March 06, 2006

Vanilla

That's the word. Nuetral would be another one. It seems that, over the last little while, that's all that's been going on. Something good happens, and then something bad transpires to cancel it out. Friday is a great example... Thursday evening, I got a call from the Straight White One advising me that John Prine was to be in town, and he wondered if I'd like to catch the show. My response was something on the order of "Hell Yes!" so we made arrangements to get together for the show.

Friday started at around 5:30 AM, and I didn't arrive back at home until around 5:00 PM. The interim was filled with a lot of hauling of a 350 lb gearbox/drive motor for a dumbwaiter that we were installing. I had a beer at the house wjhile I was getting cleaned up, and three before the show as Eric and I got caught up. We didn't get a chance to eat any supper before the show started, but that normally wouldn't be a big deal, as I drink every day. Eric had gotten us tickets way late, so we were unable to sit adjacent to each other. No big deal though, we still got to see a great show. Unfortunately for me, around 10:15 PM I realized that I was tired. By 10:30 I've determined that I'm actually exhausted. I tried to stick it out 'cuz the music was really good, but I just couldn't hang. At 10:45 I got up and left the show.

Eric called at 11:15 to ask where I was, and I had to inform him that I had just got back to the house. When I left, I didn't even think to let him know that I was splitting. Exceedingly rude thing to do on my part, and for that I apologize. I crashed and slept for 9.5 hours. After I put my contacts in on Saturday morning, I took an extra second staring in the mirror, and realized that I looked like shit. The bags under my eye's were big enough for Paul Bunyun to vacation with. My skin was pale, and my eyes were duller than home movie's. I took the weekend and did absolutely nothing with it, and was ready to attack the day today.

High... Low... and back to Even. Vanilla ain't no good for blog-fodder.

Posted by Johnny - Oh at March 6, 2006 11:28 PM | TrackBack
Comments

... not at all, man... I understand... shit, you working men have to get your rest.... and God knows you could use the beauty sleep... heh heh...

Posted by: Eric at March 7, 2006 07:07 AM

The saddest part is: I can only agree. :^)

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at March 7, 2006 05:38 PM

Dude - there's no "negative" there, IMO.
You are just squeezing in as much life as possible.

Fuck, I look worse than that *all* the time *and* I'm outgrowing my belt.

I love you like a brother, so I'll be blunt:
Meh thinks your attitude is your biggest obstacle.
Half-full? Half-empty?
Choose the former for a week.
Do like Tammi - every time you think a negative thought - smack yourself in the forehead. :)
heh

Posted by: _Jon at March 7, 2006 06:05 PM

You're right Bro. The only negative thing that transpired was that I was rude to a friend, and as a friend does, he's forgiven me my slight. Back to "all square".

This phenomenon winds up making life very tolerable here as of late, but not interesting enough to write about. That's all I'm saying.

My mindset is currently in a "Vanilla" stage, in that the cup is both half-full and half-empty. I'm enjoying whatever small pleasures come my way without "Jumping for Joy!", and I'm accepting whatever disappointments that arise as "Par for the Course".

I must admit that this is nearly my default mode, unless I'm depressed and then all bets are off. Things are best described as "Indifferent".

Thanks for the comment though...You "Horse-Maned Adonis!". :^D

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at March 7, 2006 09:38 PM

"Do like Tammi"! Ha. Just be prepared for a bruised nose!!! LOL

Seriously darlin'. Vanilla ain't bad. Vanilla can lead to contentment and you KNOW how I feel about that.

Just keep posting every now and again so we know you're alright!!!!!

Posted by: Tammi at March 8, 2006 08:29 AM

Here...

*toss*

Sprinkle these mini chocolate chips on your life :-)

Posted by: Harvey at March 12, 2006 01:01 AM
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