Got off my ass (or at least out of the apartment yesterday afternoon and took a load of stuff out to my storeroom out in Katy. It wasn’t like I was just sitting on my duff
. Did my laundry and cleaned and policed the kitchen. Went through my mail which I have a tendency to ignore lately
. Trying to decide where to hang some pictures in here and it seems to be harder than I thought it was gonna be. I need to get this stuff on the walls and off my bedroom floor. Made some minor decisions, that will probably require adjustments once I finally get to hanging things up.
I was also looking for some specific things that I was sure were out there. Some picture frames as well as some pictures of my Scandinavian ancestors. And the electronic picture frame The Offspring
gave to me earlier this year.
Had to drag half of the stuff in there out, because the boxes I wanted to get to were in the back, I thought. And they were. And they were also on the friggin’ bottom of the two stacks! Always seems to be that way, doesn’t it
Think I was fighting off some GI infection or some kinda bug. Seemed like every 15 minutes I had to go. NOW. RIGHT NOW! So I was there from about 2 to six-ish, I think. Got a “checking in” call from one of my friends. He was up in The Woodlands at his GF’s place. And he was really happy. Pretty sure it was of the liquid variety. *heh* He was VERY
pinged me to see if I wanted to go for coffee and I did want to go, but I took a look (and a whiff) at myself and said, “Tomorrow, if you please” I was covered in dust and I stank. So I begged off because I needed a shower and once I’d had one I wasn’t likely to leave again. You know when you hit your shirt and make a dust cloud
So I found most
of the stuff I was looking for. Found another box of books too, ugh. (left them out there) got my load unloaded, the room a little better organized, the stuff I wanted to take loaded, Shoved everything back in there, a little better organized as I said. Now I’ve got a better idea of where stuff is, and how much effort it will take to get to it. Locked it up and left.
And realized... I was RAVENOUS
. You could probably hear my stomach growl in San Antone!
As I said, I was not suitable for being seen in public or private. Decided screw it, I want some wings and chips. Swung by a Buffalo Wild Wings. I beat the dust off as best I could, went into the bar and placed an order to go. With the “HOT
” sauce of course! And had a big Blue Moon Ale
while I was waiting and trying to be as small and un-noticed
as is possible for a 250 pound dusty guy. My order came out just as I was finished slugging my beer down. Got to the apt, unloaded and sat down to eat. The sauces at BWW have been kind of inconsistent of late, but they sure got it right this time! I was on FIRE
by the time I finished eating. I had debated whether or not to get “Blazing” and I was glad I hadn’t.
By the time I got my shower I was dog tired. Fell into bed around 11 or so and was gone...