Fragments of my recent life

I've had a wall in my life for a while now. It's a good wall. When I'm tired, I can lean on it, and it will support my weight. When I'm bored, I can throw a ball at it, and it will throw the ball back. When I need inspiration, I can look at the beautiful paintings hung at eye level. From time to time, however, I decide to run headfirst into the wall. Yesterday was one of those times. The wall is probably getting tired of this foolishness, and my forehead is starting to flatten out. When will I learn? The wall is a wall. No matter how good a wall it has been to me, it will always be a wall.

Last night I watched the first three minutes of Futurama and realized that Fry must've been based on me: "I'm just as important as him. It's just that, the kind of importance I have, it doesn't matter if I. . . don't do it."

Went to the driving range with z-man this morning and learned two things: 1. I have a severe slice. 2. Always bathe and shave before going to the driving range because the woman behind the counter is cute and smiley.

After I came out of the bathroom after the shower I took after I got back from the driving range, my niece, Elephant, said, "Uncle [Procrastinator] why are you wearing handsome clothes?"

"What?"

"I just wanted to know why you're wearing handsome clothes."

"Handsome clothes? I guess because my ugly clothes are dirty."

"The clothes you were wearing were cute."

"Oh. Well my cute clothes are dirty too."

Heh. I love being an uncle. To make the scene even better, when z-man found out I was wearing handsome clothes, he said, "Back to the driving range then." Heh. I like funny people.

When I was making a lunch of the leftovers from last night's dinner, homemade macaroni, which I missed because I was busy with the aforementioned wall, I realized how completely self-involved I've been recently. Only a few days prior, I was telling tz and z-man how much I love baked macaroni. Then they make baked macaroni, and I don't even have the common decency to show up and eat it? Really? What is my problem? I don't deserve to have such wonderful people in my life, but I am grateful for them (20).

There's too much roadwork in this state right now.

I'm at my parents' house because we're going to be helping my grandmother move this weekend. We stopped in at my brother's house, and my other niece, ladybug, came up to me and gave me a big hug and an even bigger kiss. Have I mentioned that I love being an uncle?

Damn Tigers.

I'm grateful for "Fuck was I" by Jenny Owen Youngs (20).