I spent 15 straight hours watching football yesterday.  It could have been quite the profitable day except the Eagles failed to cover or win.  I hit 5 bets in a row (untrue because I lost a teaser in between) starting with MD on Saturday followed by USC.  Then hit the Jaguars, the Titans, and the Giants.  This had me up over 300 bucks for the weekend and I let the profits roll on the Eagles.

I’m not even mad because I know that’s how gambling works.  You keep betting until your bets get bigger and eventually one game crumbles the streak.  Either way, this run got me relatively close to even for the season so I just look at it as entertainment dollars.  Thanks for the pick, Sam.

1:09 – Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters is playing from my playlist “strictly good songs.”  Odd but I wished it would have been “Madmen Across the Water”.

1:10 – I’m happy about running 6 miles in 34:35 on the treadmill today.  I’m torn, like Natalie Imbruglia, whether I should do the Bridge Run this year.  I plan on going out for Halloween and it’s the night before so there’s like a 15% chance I do it.

1:11 – The parking space I got once again was not sufficient.  I’m 4 blocks away.  In the past 2 updates I’ve deleted the word “pretty” twice and the word “like” once.  Other words that can automatically get rejected are “just” and “actually”.

Sierra Nevada

1:14 – Starlight by Muse just starting playing.

1:15 – It’s been 6 minutes and I’m unsure of what I should be writing about.

1:19 – Done editing.

*1:33 – Ran out of Crest Radiant Mint but it’s ok because I had 3 more from a Sam’s club purchase.

Fucked.

7:21 – I’m still steaming over the parking space I gave up.  I was driving South on 3rd and came across a spot near my house that I chickened out on.  I’d rate myself a 8.5 / 10 in parallel parking but lately I’ve gotten away from spaces that I deem too tight.  This isn’t because I can’t enter them, it’s because when you are tight, the person behind you pulls out and scrapes your bumper.  Conversely, the person in front of you always backs up into you.  So I had another driver on my ass and I didn’t feel like squeezing into this spot and ended up parking a 4 minute walk away.

7:23 – Spotify just played I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic at the Disco and I like it a lot.  The Polynesian sauce just grazed the mouse so that kind of annoys me because it’s sticky and I can’t clean it off without clicking the mouse buttons.  The lemonade is refreshing.

7:25 – I finished the last chicken tender but crumbs are everywhere and I should have used a plate.  I’m contemplating how much money to wager on tonight’s football game.  I have $250 in my account and the line is -7 Seattle Seahawks.  I was originally leaning towards the 49ers but Adam said he liked the Seahawks.  I’ve learned not to bet against the Shee.  If I had to estimate the amount of times we liked different sides, my side was probably right once and his the other 10.

7:28 – I’m contemplating seeing if Steve wants to grab some drinks and watch the game because I haven’t seen him in a while but I’m pretty comfortable just sitting here and blogging.  If I don’t go out, I’ll feel good for tomorrow and work’s been extremely busy.  This isn’t saying if I go out I’ll get shitfaced but I’ll have 0 beers if I stay in.  Plus I can stay in and do some Photoshop lessons and learn some German.

Stuttgart, Germany

7:30 – I haven’t planned my trip to Germany in February which I know I need to do sooner rather than later.  I Confess by the English Beat just came on.  9/10 song.  The idea of going to another country and not being able to speak the language diminishes the experience.  The problem is I hate learning the language.  It’s like teaching a pre-schooler.  If I force myself to do it for the next 4 months, I’ll probably be able to ask for a glass of water and point at a dog and identify it.

7:33 – I was feeling bad that my neighbor cleaned up the leaves outside of my house because it is my responsibility but it turns out he didn’t do it.   The church across the street did it.  Time to go to Lynda.com and watch one of Deke’s Techniques.

[dropcap background=”yes” color=”#333333″]W[/dropcap]e get the Wall Street Journal at work everyday.  Normally my schedule is wake up at 7:30, be at work by 8, check my email and eat my breakfast while reading the journal.  However, lately we’ve had so much activity that reading the Journal is an afterthought.  This disturbs me.

Yesterday I got home as 5:15 and wanted to go for a run.  Instead I sat on my bed, watched the end of 12 Monkeys, and fell asleep for an hour before bowling.  This is what happens when you are running 580pcs of 100-A’s through your shop and business is flying off the handle.  (I know everyone is equally interested in bowling so just know that we went 2-2 and Sam rolled a 200 to save us in game 1.  As I always have to toot my own horn, I actually saved the game rolling a turkey in the 10th against arguably the best bowler in the league who got so intimidated by my ability that he split in the 10th to assure us the victory).

Back to being busy, it sucks.  This is why people get stressed out and hate their lives.  If I was in Bora Bora right now waking up and sipping on a Pina Colada, I would be happier.  I’m not complaining because I would be complaining if nothing was going on and work was dead and I got to read the Journal.  It’s truly bizarre how your mind always wants whatever it isn’t having.