A Day in the Life

I don't normally post anything about my day, but I thought I would try what other people do on their blogs...

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Day 1 - Date ?

When I wake up its always from a deep sleep and usually reality mixes with the fantasy of my dreams....this morning however, I know something ghastly happened and I just wasn't awake for it. It was thundering and raining, but I swore I heard something like an explosion. Of course at the time I was paralyzed by sleep so I couldn't get up to inquire. Then I heard the wail of many emergency vehicles, sirens blazing as they screamed across town - presumably to deal with the explosion. I still haven't heard anything about this, not that we have journalists in this town besides myself and I have a habit of sleeping on occasion.

An unknown amount of time later...
I am finally awoken at 1:51 PM by a phone call, its my parents saying they're coming home. I can't really stop them since they are already on their way and I have no idea why they've headed back here to the house I'm currently squatting in. I decide to shower and clean up slightly - mostly throwing dirty clothes into trashbags for easier movement to laundry locations. Then I play several games of Warlords Battlecry III on computer until they arrive. As usual, when my father comes home its an instant argument about some matter. First its me needing to call Allstate about a previous accident claim - which was a waste of time, they had no new information for me, the matter had been settled. Then it was about me needing to find work - which has been what I've been doing weekly (when I'm not sleeping or drinking or running roleplaying games or writing on the internet or setting up an online business or playing with firearms or playing pool or visiting with spiritual groups or helping organize with city government or....) and so he demands I visit Manpower's office today.

That didn't happen, but it was a nice try for him. I might visit them tomorrow. I had not heard a TV in weeks until they came home, it was a strange sound at first. My mother never even came in the house but once to eat some Pizza my father cooked - which is about the most unhealthy thing I've eaten in weeks as well. I talked to her briefly on the porch and she said "Aren't you glad Dad's home?" in her sarcastic tone. I told her that he can go back to Noblesville, but she could stay if she liked. She lamented that he had drug her at the early morning hours both of us have the biology to loathe to exercise at the gym a few times this week.

They didn't stay long, nor really help me pack anything I need to eventually move. My father explained me how to fix the internet, a simple 5 minute process that he has kept a golden secret and treated like rocket science for something like 10 years now... Although they were kind enough to inform me that at the end of the month they are cutting off utilities. And I got 60 dollars out of it, which is great because I had to break the 3 dollars out of the beer jar before then. They were off to talk to the people in court about the house, which I can only presume (because I'm never told anything by them) is being repossessed by the bank.

After they left I played some more WB3 but that got old quickly. I began to feel the 'creep' or as Holly Golightly might say, a case of the 'mean reds'. I spent some time answering Emails and the usual backup that comes from a single day without internet.

Around 6:30 I called Luke to see if I could get him to come over and help motivate me to work on our website for the Salvation Community. I want to get it up and running so I can sell Salvation Stones and we can make some extra income. I got his father and found out he was down at Chess Club at the Public Library. Making a brief visit to get some blue Mountain Dew, I met up with him upstairs - after a pause to admire an exhibit on interesting dolls made of paper mache but looking very nice from a distance.

I found him fighting a guy to a draw in his first match and found out he would have prior engagements with my friend Weston - he's learning Yoga to help with Karate. I stayed around to watch the follow up match, which was Luke getting his ass handed to him. He was obviously tired, because I saw a lot of openings he didn't and usually he's much better than I am at Chess. As we left I talked about the Salvation Stones and said we could hang out later tonight if he was free. Before he left we walked across the street to inspect the Republican HQ's back wall and see if there was a left over spray-paint from when I was in Highschool. Unfortunately they'd painted over it. I would have urinated in the backalley in broad-daylight but there was a car. So I came back home and began working on the website. You can buy Salvation Stones here: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=110404399433

Later on I managed to catch online an old girlfriend named Jennifer. She used to be in Army Intelligence and served in the Iraq war. I learned she's having a second child, which is pretty wild. She married a guy from her squad whose name I never remember. Hopefully I can meet him sometime, eyeball him up and see if her standards really are as low as I think...(afterall she dated me). Anyway, I think I'll watch the Daily Show with John Stewart, play some Prototype, then sleep early so I can get up and practice Karate at 10 AM.