Today was pretty normal for me. Not much happened. I got up late (as usual) and went to work which isn’t usual. I just started a new job last Wednesday. I’m a software architect. I guess I’m good at what I do, but it’s still work, and I don’t like doing work. When I got in to my desk, there was an email waiting for me from my fiance. She’s pissed off about finding a new “alternative” email address with my name on it. I responded politely that it was the email I used to set this new blog up. I don’t know if she understands me; we haven’t spoken at all today. Again, I reiterate: this was a normal day, so please don’t worry about me :)

I went to the Quaker Steak and Lube for lunch. If you don’t already know, they’ve got the best wings in the world. I like “golden garlic”. It’s a zesty blend of garlic and hot sauces….mmm. I’d eat them everyday if I could. I’m by myself and I sit down at the bar (relax, I’m still a non-drinker) and order up. As I’m eating my wings, I’m watching some extreme sports bullshit - Falling off a dirt bike isn’t a sport in my opion, but what the fuck do I know?

Just about halfway through my basket, this girl walks in. I’m guessing she’s 21 or 22, and she must work there; every waitress said hello to her. From what I could eavesdrop, she had tickets to go see Tom Petty tonight, but her friend had her tickets, and she couldn’t get ahold of her friend. I also picked up on something other than that, but I can’t tell, so from here on out, I’m makin’ this shit up.

I heard the girl start crying, something wasn’t right. I think this friend ran off with this girls man, and they were humping in a motel or something. Neither of them would answer their phones, but this girl knew where her friend’s dad works. He runs his own chiropractic office, yeah that’s it…he’s a chiropractor. Apparently, the upset girl at the bar was pestering this guy to the point that he…um….filled out a restraining order against her….and um….pulled a gun on her and shit. It was MESSED UP!

Back to the real. In the afternoon, I listened to a guy I work with bitch and moan about something that’s not working right, and how it was someone else’s fault. I won’t talk any more about it, just in case someone I work with finds this page.

When I got home, the cold war persisted until Natalie went to bed. I’ve been sitting here ever since. I played a few hands of online poker. Speaking of…why do idiots play poker online like morons? Lately, I’ve been playing the “freerolls”, which are free, and don’t pay out any money. Unless it’s for money it’s no fun anymore. Online poker players take all the fun out of poker.

Seinfeld is on. I’ve seen this episode, but I’ll watch it anyhow.