“Their father never took them to resaurants,
because he though it was a waste of money when they could open up a can of beans, sprinkle on Tabasco sauce, stuff their bellies, and it would all shit out the same way anyway.”
I’ll start by saying I’m exhausted. And rather than deliver a drawn out story of my long day, (which by the way was a very good day) I’ll just enumerate the reasons for my tiredness:
a: woke up at 5 am to run a half-marathon this morning
b: went to Newport Pizza and got pizza and beer (and got half a glass of an expensive Trippel because the keg blew just as she was pouring it for me).
c: rushed to make it to a poetry workshop which I planned for SDSU. It was very inspirational, and thank goodness I had coffee to keep me going.
d: met Amanda directly after the workshop at Shakespeare’s Pub, had fish and chips and a Bass, then participated in the pub’s trivia night thing.
e: came home and watched The Lightening Thief, (which was vastly different than the book) while Amanda slept.
f: forgot that I haven’t blogged today, and figured I should post before it’s technically still the 25th.
Here’s today’s story.