Saturday

What do you get when you combine a wireless mouse, a PC that’s hooked up to the TV, and a bunch of flash based games? In my house, you end up with a stinky, bleary-eyed couple who skips showering and orders out for food because they are so focussed on beating each others scores. Good times. Gooooooood times.

Sunday

After washing off a days worth of gaming stink, we raided Michael’s and Home Depot, gathering ideas for all sorts of new and useless projects to eat spare brain cycles. Although we did not go so far as to buy a soap making kit, we bought plenty of stuff that will probably end up being pulled from the back of a closet in a couple of years with a quizzical, “Now, what the hell did we buy this for?”

Monday

We did a small amount of shopping at Ikea to find more junk for our projects, ate baked potato soup in a bread bowl, and watched a movie. I also think we drank tea. I spent the tail end of the day staring at the parts to my project as if my brain could force them to assemble themselves. Despite a lot of advanced raised eyebrow staring, this did not happen. In the meantime, #1GF! secretly continued gaming, to ensure victory lest she be challenged again.

Today

So, this wasn’t a part of the long weekend, because we went to work, but I had to include it for contrast, and to suggest that there is balance in the world.

My morning commute choices were limited to driving behind a school bus, a city bus, a dump truck, or cars filled with morons who couldn’t grasp the purpose of the strange white dashes on the road. Whenever a lane choice presented itself, I inevitably chose incorrectly, adding another 20 minutes to my commute.

After finally making it to work, the hallway containing mailbox that would take the 8 letters off my hands was suddenly under construction, leaving me to stare at the construction like an ant who suddenly has snot wiped across his trail.

I walked back to my desk, picked up my cup to get some water only to find out that not one, but both water machines were dead. I managed to get a trickle out of one, which I foolishly drank.

The water led to an upset stomach and eventual migraine, which I tried to ignore on my lunch hour while raiding Home Depot for more items to take apart and strew all over #1GF!’s clean counter and floor.

Upon arriving at Home Depot, I parked waaaaay in the back of the parking lot, in a spot that was far away from any carriages and only open to company on one side. I even parked far enough from the truck in the next spot that I would’ve had to have left my passenger door open in order for him to hit my car. Feeling satisfactorily safe, I went into the Depot in search of more project related stuff to disassemble.

When I returned, I found that despite my efforts, the driver of the truck next to me managed to use my generously donated extra space to put a dent in the side of my car with what looks like the corner of a piece of sheet rock. The white smear on the side of my black car wasn’t something you could miss, but the fucker tucked his tail between his legs and drove off before I could get back. I exclaimed, “Fuckin’ Douchebags” loud and to no one in particular before shaking my head and returning to work for the next 4 hours before getting in my car and heading home.

And just when I figured that I was in the clear, some jackhole in a barge who couldn’t get his stupid ass to the dock in one of the twenty other non-rush hour hours, forced the Fore River Bridge open, leaving me stranded in a parking lot of rush hour traffic.

Some days, it just doesn’t pay to shower up and shut off the games.

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