Working Backwards Without A Net

"This isn't going very well."

"What?"

"Everything."

So I had another entry all set to go but have decided to shelve it and backtrack just a little bit. Friday night I worked late, went to hang out with the kids, and got in a hell of an argument with my mother. I used to argue with my mother all the time, but nowadays I can just leave and go home and not have to listen to her. She's also wrong a lot more lately, which takes all the fun out of it.

Saturday I went to work early, took a nap and had a wicked dream (which was detailed in the currently withheld post), thought about some things, went to the bookstore, went out with the guys, came home and watched some tv, took a nap, then started over again.

Last night I was getting ready to move some stuff into the basement when things went a little wrong at work. By the time I fixed what I wanted to fix I was too tired to start moving boxes down the stairs. So instead I did some laundry. At 4 A.M. I was in the basement. Everything was fine. At 8 A.M. it was filled with water. Shit.

I lost a good number of boxes for the collection and I'll be returning home momentarily to try and salvage the rest. This puts in question my plans of moving things down into the basement for storage. It suddenly doesn't seem like a good idea.

When I got to the office this morning I took care of a few things then made a coffee run. The cute girl at Dunkin' Donuts was there and she had my hot chocolate ready before I could even order everything else. This was one of those challenging days where I was picking up for everyone else in the office which meant I actually had to talk to her to order. I actually did pretty good (meaning I formed full words and didn't say anything too stupid) right up until I reached in my pocket and realized all I had was one hundred dollar bills and singles. I wasn't about to pay in singles, and they don't take hundred dollar bills in Dunkin' Donuts. Shit. I had to mumble something and run out to the car to get cash. This made me look like a total asshole. I'm in there everyday. I know they don't take hundreds, but there I am going "Oh, sorry, you guys don't take hundred, I'll be right back." Fucking asshole. Stupid fucking asshole.

I had to wait a while for the croissants for the guys in the office. I tried not to stare the entire time. I said nothing so that I wouldn't say anything too stupid. Then I left. All in all, it could have been worse.

So...I've made a few more decisions in the last little bit, got a few more things I have to do. Right now I'm going to head home to try and dry shit out, and then figure out what's next.

Wish me luck.