I’ve had a fairly uneventful week. Work didn’t suck. Other than my normal levels of waxing and waning anxiety, I was mostly anxiety free. Weeks like this are where I get my strength for the weeks when everything is going to shit.
Oh, except the check engine light is on in our red car. But I am not thinking about that right now. Nope. Not today.
Anyway, the work week is nearly dead. Love live the weekend.
I stood in the shower long enough to prune up my hands and listened to the water going down the drain. It kind of sounded like whispering in a weird, Stephen King-y kind of way.
I listened and listened and it sounded like words that I could almost make out. The words came in a steady flow, but with a sense of urgency. I thought, if I could understand what the drain is saying…fuck…that’d be cool. Because you know drains would have good stories. Probably some really gross ones, too.
I listened and listened. I started understanding what the drain was saying. I could hear the words.
It was a goddamn Applebee’s ad.
Haha. Just kidding. I couldn’t make out the words. Also, I am very tired.
Oh yeah, and I experienced a moment of self discovery while talking to Randy and watching him flip through Netflix.
I was telling him the drain story and asking him if he thought it was too goofy.
Randy: That ship sailed about 100 posts ago.
Me: Haha, motherfucker. Seriously, you don’t think it’s too weird?
Randy: Nah, it’s funny.
Randy: You’re funny.
Me: I’m funny?
Me: How am I funny? Do I amuse you?
Me: So I amuse you like I’m a fucking clown?
Randy: Yes. You amuse me like a motherfucking clown.
Lesson learned: I am not as intimidating as Joe Pesci.
Here are a couple memes that I had on Rubber Shoes In Hell’s Facebook page.