Dolce

I don't know where this is going.

I mean I'm sure it's supposed to go somewhere, but then again I reckon it doesn't matter much.

When you're lost in the woods and you find a path you follow the damn thing no matter where it leads.

You just have to hope it leads out.

So just a quick recap of what I've actually been doing these past few days while I've been posting nothing but rambling globs of who the hell knows what in a decidedly unnarrative sort of way.

I did absolutely nothing but work on Monday, nothing I can recall at least.
Tuesday night I stayed out all night for no real reason, but did manage to drink a fair bit and have some decent conversation (totally ad libbed a bit about college girls being the most valuable commodity known to mankind, actually thought it was rather funny).

Wednesday night I stopped in at the youth room (sample smartass comments: In response to the kids being asked "What advice would you give a friend who was considering having an abortion?" "I would tell them not to rush to make a decision, they're pretty easy to kill for the first few years anyway." In response to the kids being asked if they would let a fifteen year old pregnant friend stay with them if she has been kicked out by her parents, "Of course you'd let her stay with you guys, come on, you already know she puts out." Why do they let me come to these meetings again?). Afterwards I grabbed a bite to eat with three of the guys, the oldest of whom is roughly 11 years younger than me. I'm lucky the waitress didn't think I was their father.

Thursday night I stayed up all night and just walked...mile after mile after mile. While walking I watched the last half of The Good, The Bad & The Ugly (still a friggin' amazing movie) and the first bit of La Dolce Vita (another amazing movie). I was a little hesitant about trying to read subtitles while walking on a treadmill but by mile 7 or so I was delirious enough that I'm pretty sure I thought I could speak Italian. Either that or I was just making up a story to go with the pictures.

Yesterday afternoon I checked out the old man's new house. It's pretty freaking sweet. It's not one of those big brand new McMansion's you see all over the place. But it is a pretty big goddamn house considering it's just him and his wife there. There are so many goddamn closets in the house that I'm pretty sure every time he puts something in one it's going to be gone forever because he'll never be able to remember which closet he put it in.

Last night I stopped by the house to see the kids for a bit and Little Sister had some of her friends by for a sleep over. They were all absolutely insane. My mom had me take them down to the convenience store for some junk food and I'll be damned if I didn't even have the car doors closed before I had to scream, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Add to that the fact that they didn't shut up the entire time we were in the store, and it's a very small store so four teenage girls running roughshod up and down the aisles while Rookie and I stood near the counter repeatedly apologizing to the clerk, and it was a pretty frustrating fifteen minutes or so.

After that I hit up Wizards with a few friends and had our normal bizarre yet hilarious conversations...and a few drinks.

This morning I spent trying to catch up on some sleep, marvelling at how quickly I'm going bald, and cursing the fact that my feet still hurt so bad I could scream.

This afternoon I chilled with the kids, and I'm on my way to hang out with them for a bit now as well.

Tomorrow...who knows.

We will just have to see.