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Posts for the date of Friday, October 04, 2002
posted by Gary O'Brien at 9:17 AM  | permalink |

It’s rainy and dreary today and I can’t think of a thing to write about. I could tell you how I almost had satellite TV but my apartment complex squashed it, but that’s stupid. I should be happy with what I have (no Tech TV though . . . who can be happy without a daily dose of Leo LaPorte?). I could complain about the fact that there’s condensation on our air conditioner, but I don’t know how to explain it.

Or, I could tell you about the guy who’s in my basement fixing the crack in the foundation. But how boring is that? I mean, come on. It’s a friggin crack. The only thing amusing about it is the fact that it is the company’s slogan, “A dry crack is a happy crack.” Yeah . . . Sounds like a proctologist.

Even the kids have been pretty normal the past few days. Nothing too exciting going on here. The weekend is coming up and I don’t think we have anything pressing to do, except laundry and cleaning. I could write about that, couldn’t I? Do you want to know what’s in my darks pile? Probably not.

I could tell you how I sat rapt, watching a TV show designed for two-year-olds this morning. But you’d make fun of me. (I’ll take on anyone who makes fun of The Wiggles! Come on. I dare you. It so happens that The Monkey Dance is one of the most brilliant songs ever written.)

So, what does that leave me with? Music? Movies? Stuff? Things? I could wax philosophical about something, but there’s nothing I’m feeling philosophical about.

Nope. It’s all pretty boring here. I have projects to work on, both paid and personal. I have kids to play with, both big and little. I have a wife. Only one of those, thank God. And she only comes in one size.

So, see? There isn’t really anything to talk about today. Just a normal, boring, rainy day. And I kind of like it that way. It’s muggy in the house since I don’t have the air on. But other than that . . . Today isn’t too bad. Lots of work, but Monk is on tonight and that makes me happy. Then Saturday is movie night and Sunday Sopranos. Can you beat that?

Single people with no children may not reply to that question.

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