"What?"
"My shield, did you touch it?"
"No, I didn't touch your shield."
"Who else was in here?"
"No one."
"Someone had to be in here. Someone touched my shield."
"You're insane."
Ahhh...me.
After a long treadmill session (long for me at least) on Thursday night my feet were ripped wide open again so I didn't use the treadmill at all on Friday. Saturday I put in one long session instead of two, and went back to doing intervals on Sunday. This morning I skipped my session as I wasn't feeling well, but I figure I'll do a longer set of intervals tonight and maybe a little extra lifting. I've been experimenting with different ways of doing my lifting sets but I think the fact that I'm using such little weight is going to ultimately limit what I can do for now.
So Friday night looked promising, it looked like there were going to be quite a few people around, and then suddenly no one was around, and I was horribly disappointed. I made a brief and ultimately boring return to the strip club scene and then headed home to find that my XBOX no longer worked and my washing machine hated me. I found myself in the midst of a funk. It was just short of three in the morning and I couldn't get my head out of it. I was suddenly, and unexpectedly, depressed. What the fuck? I wanted to call people up and go, what are you doing? Let's go out, right now. I don't care what time it is, or that everything is closed. We used to hang out at three in the morning, what the fuck happened?
Saturday I did some exercise and watched some tv. I mostly just alternated between sleeping and steadying myself because I was quickly going to an unpleasant place and it was very important to me that I didn't fall that far that fast. I don't wish to find out if I'm still as resilient as I was just a short time ago. So much has gone on lately that I'd rather not push my luck.
Once I'd overcome the doldrums I headed over to the kids house to watch a movie, then took to the road for a bit to make sure I was all good. Nothing interesting materialized Saturday night so I just headed home and watched some more tv.
Sunday I watched in horror as Spain beat Italy on PK's. As devastated as I was the rookie and I headed over to Bestbuy to pick up a new wire for my XBOX. Damn thing still didn't work. We also stopped at the book store and though I couldn't find anything that really piqued my interest I picked up three new books that I'll read while I also muddle through McCullough's 1776. The rest of the night is sort of a blur. I just remember it suddenly being ten o'clock, then two in the morning, and then I felt like I had a fever and my back hurt like hell, then I had the radio on and I was on to something else.
And finally George Carlin died last night. I heard it on the radio early this morning and though I was still half asleep I was totally torn apart. Carlin ranks up there with my all time heroes. At one point the list went Dylan Thomas, George Carlin, Mickey Mantle, and my grandfather. And if you're only behind Mickey Mantle and my grandfather on a list of people I hold in such high regard then you're in a pretty good place. A lot of the things I found funny about Carlin I disagreed with on other levels, but I still found him funny and thought provoking. He will be missed.
So I damn near lost my mind this weekend, and now I have quite a few things I have to do (including getting my suit cleaned) and we'll see which way things go over the next few weeks. The one thing I'm certain of is that I'll be writing quite a bit over the next few weeks. Quite a bit indeed.
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