Runnin' on Empty

Which was how I was feeling as I was making my way home tonight.
First of all, let me tell you how my day was:



That just about says it all.
To top it off, my services were requested and I went to work on this:



I was too freakin tired to take a picture of the finished plywood floor. That's right, plywood, like three inch thick plywood cause it has to hold like 3.5 GAGILLION pounds per square foot. We got done at about ten.
Anyways, my day sort of went from bad to badder. Sort of like getting a flat tire and being forced to drive on the rim.
Then came Jackson Browne.
Jackson Browne, the Hold On Hold Out man.
In sixty-five I was seventeen and runnin up one oh one.
I was feeling pretty dissappointed about things in general. The day had not gone like I had hoped. I was feeling somewhat well, empty as I made my way home.
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and called the road my own.
Hearing David Lindley's guitar melted the negativity away.
Runnin on Empty was an anthem of sorts when I was younger. It sort of turned into an anthem tonight as I was driving home.
As I pulled up into the garage, I knew tomorrow was going to be a better day.
I'd love to stick around, but I'm runnin behind.



Thank you Jackson Browne.

Time to Go Back to Whatever the Hell It Is I Do

Happy time is over.
No more lazy days of just sitting around, watching Chuck, stuffing my face with all sorts of bad things.
Time for me to go back to whatever the hell it is I do.
Don't take that in a bad way.
I like what I do.
Whatever you call it.
Of course there is an official description of what I do, but that doesn't quite cover it.
I would explain what I do, but it would take forever.
Yes, I do that much.
A forever's worth. Of something.
It was time to go back anyways.
Sitting around, talking to my dog is great and all that, but he's getting old and sometimes I have hard time making out just what he's trying to say.
His vocabulary is not ginormous like mine don't you know.
I think he went to public school.
Speaking of Chuck, I am really excited about the new season.
Thanks to Hulu and TheWB, I have spent the last two days on my own personal Chuck marathon. Sort of like a USA Law & Order marathon, except with limited commercial interruption.
Chuck is one of those comedies that is witty and smart so of course it won't last. When NBC(Nothing But Commercials) cancels it, I hope someone like USA picks it up.
So anyways, I've got to get up early and go play role model.
Interesting concept: playing a role model.
I'm sort of like Sir Charles: I am not a role model.
I only play one at work. I mean I don't even have a high school diploma.
Which is okay I guess.
I don't know what the hell it is I do anyways.