F*^#. Every time I turn a corner in this house, that’s either the word I say, or at least the word I think. If it’s not wiring that was apparently done by someone drunk, high, or both, it’s ductwork that ends with a vent in a room that I hardly ever use (for those of you that don’t know, apparently when you put a vent on the “end” of a trunk of ductwork, that’s where ALL of the air in that trunk goes, and thanks to Mr. Bernoulli, it actually sucks air out of other rooms in the process, so no room is comfortable!), or it’s remodeling that I should have done myself, but noooooo. Could’ve saved a shit ton of money and learned a new skill, but noooooo!
I’m trying to hang a projection screen for my projector TV/golf simulator (I know, first world problems) and figure out a way for the screen to retract…because it’s technically a garage. This is presenting all sorts of problems. Then there’s the HDMI and electrical work in that room itself…and then the ductwork. Next time I want to remodel, someone remind me not to remodel.
And then, just for the cherry on top, I decided to do another 24 day challenge (Advocare). I was doing really well today (day 2! WOOT!). Had the fiber and spark with breakfast, a shake for lunch, and pierogi for dinner. Then, for some reason, I just got this feeling like I am/was forgetting to do something REALLY important. Of course, Josh being the good friend he is, was quick to say, “you probably are.”
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And then I made a can of potatoes mixed with two slices of bologna and all tied together with two eggs. I have to say, it was quite tasty, but in no way helping me lose weight. God I can’t wait for the f*&#ing weather to turn so we can ride (regularly) again. Those 20-40 mile rides were great for one thing, allowing me to be a fat pig, minus the fat part. I just need to accept that my caloric intake is going to be 3000-ish per day and make sure I exercise enough to burn off a good 1300 every day. My problem, besides loving food, is I eat my stress…and I’m stressed a lot lately.
Oh well, it’s Masters week and I’m a huge golf nut, so I’m not all that stressed. Maybe a little. I’d like my projector ready so I can mirror the Masters website to the projector. The free coverage from the website is basically the same as network coverage…but, better! I’ve basically got 48 hours to get it together for the par 3 contest Wednesday. Smart money says Tuesday night (Wednesday morning) around 5am, after 93 cups of coffee, I’ll be putting the finishing touches on it.
That or lots of angry masturbating will make sure it doesn’t get done at all.
Either way…Fujit.
Until next time,
Plonker
PS
I’ve been trying to grow a goatee like Heisenberg (Breaking Bad – if you haven’t seen it yet, watch it…it’s awesome!). Well, apparently my facial hair is stuck in the 5th grade. It’s been (trying to) growing for three weeks now and it’s sparse, has gaps everywhere, and SON OF A BITCH THAT’S A GRAY HAIR!!!
…now I want something chocolatey.
