A Series of Pointless Events...

Well, I guess today was strung together by a series of pointless, time-consuming, brain-numbing activites, that could of as easily been done by a trained monkey instead of me. Let's start with good 'ol work...

The weekdays have become so slow at the beach that I have found myself staring blankly at the wall in our office, just to burn time. As time crawled by, spanning my 8-hour shift of worthlessness, I accomplished only a few select tasks, finishing my given job responsibilities in a mere 15 minutes. The other 7 hours and 45 minutes were spent reading the paper, finishing my book and wondering what to order for lunch. On days like this, I actually pray for it to be somewhat busy, letting that time clock crawl just a little bit faster.

Finally as 3:45 rolled around, the door to my cage was lifted and I, once again, was allowed to roam free. Rollin' down 16-mile in my 6.0, I drove to the T-shirt printer to pick up the legendary Pollackapalooza 3 shirts for this Thursday. The owner, who apparently has many employees from Hamtramck was perplexed about our shirts, forcing me to explain the legend that is Pollackapalooza.

Later this evening, I had to remind myself of the reality that again, I need to get my ass out of my apartment by Sunday; so in response to some newly found motivation, I began to pack my worldly belongings into many, many laundry baskets, ready to move out in a moments notice. For once, progress in the great move-out is being made.

But at the end of today, after pointlessness at work, running around, and packing my room, it was nice to come home to Jenny; just to watch tv, snuggle up, eat cookies, or to just drive her cat Jake nuts with a laser pointer. It will be nice when finally I can do this every night, not having to run around to get to this point. Hunny, I love you.