Finals are over. People have left. Gordo is alone with Das Boot on his leg, a couple Netflix, and, luckily, the infinite wisdom of the Internet.
So what do I do all day? I have no idea. But let's go over what today has been like:
9:30ish am: Get woken up by a phone call from Gaby, who apologizes for falling asleep and not saying goodbye before James and I finish watching Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo at her house. Murmur something incomprehensible in response.
10:30ish am: Get re-woken up by Otro Gordo (older brother Jon), who informs me that when he flies in here tonight he will come straight to my apartment. Murmur something incomprehensible in response.
11:15am: No longer sleeping, just trying to stop the weird pain in my heel. Get a call from el padre, ensuring that I have read emails from him.
11:15-11:45am: Read in bed. Attempt to elevate the sinful leg.
11:45am: Wake up and take care of business. Eat waffles while paging through Outside: Go, potentially the most ridiculous magazine ever written. Notice that it's snowing outside.
12pm: Putter around on the Internet, mostly confined to responding to Facebook messages and browsing the NY Times website.
1pm: Eat a delicious, nutritious lunch consisting of Morningstar buffalo nuggets (almost sort of doesn't taste anything like chicken!) and Polly-O String Cheese (the best part of the pizza!)
1:15pm: Continue looking at that ridiculous magazine. Think that heli-skiing in Nevada's Ruby Mountains would be cool. Try to think of ways to secure the necessary $12,000.
1:30pm: Return to puttering on Internet. Play four simultaneous games of Scrabulous (Scrabble without the trademark) on Facebook.
2pm: Trim beard.
2:15pm: Return to computer. Respond to more messages. Engage in a comparison of internal leg hardware with my friend Taryn's friend Colette. Turns out we both put x-ray pictures up on Facebook. Hers is way more badass.
2:30pm: Read the University of Pennsylvania section on Uncyclopedia. Realize it's slightly amusing but largely incomprehensible.
2:40pm: Due to links on the previous Uncyclopedia page, wind up looking at Chuck Norris Facts. Favorite new one: "Chuck Norris once played 18 holes of golf with a 12-inch strip of rebar and a sun-dried tomato. He shot a 54."
3:00pm: Think about writing blog.
3:15pm: Poke around more on Facebook.
3:30pm: Write blog.
And now -- ??? Anything can happen fans, anything. Well, except "4pm: Went for a run, played a quick game of pickup basketball."
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2 comments:
Dude. You should really be careful of phrases such as "take care of business." Just sayin'...
You are a great writer.
I dont know if we get string cheese in Australia. It sounds hideously artificial, but still, I want some.
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