Damn, What a Boring Hump Day

Seriously, there is nothing going on around here of interest. Ever since I got out of work late Monday night, I've been catching two-hour catnaps here and there, and the rest of the time I've been shuffling around the house, doing the occasional chore, preparing some food, surfing the net, or watching tv. Since this month has been the worst month financially since I went full time at the casino, I've not had any extra spending cash to go out and get into any Vegas-style adventures, either. No new restaurants, nothing interesting to see. Hell, I don't even feel justified in spending the cash to go play in a poker tournament until I see our tokes get back up over $150 per day.

Besides, I'm saving any extra cash on hand for my trip back to Tennessee, although it'll be a cheap one. I'll be bouncing around from different family members' houses, and I don't need a rental car, either. Basically, I'm just biding my time until I go on vacation.

In the meantime, I just got finished with scrubbing the bathroom, likening the experience to a Russian nuke technician on the K-19 working on the reactor meltdown for as long as I can before being overcome, except in my case it's bleach fumes instead of radiation. But the throne is as clean as it's ever been, and the whole place smells like a swimming pool. I still have to figure out something to use on the glass shower enclosure--the hard water and soap scum have made it almost opaque, and glass cleaner doesn't work for shiat.

I've also started on the mountain of laundry that's been climbing the wall in my bedroom like runaway kudzu. It's amazing, for the amount of dirty clothes I have, it sure seems like I wear the same thing every day. My current uniform consists of my March Madness II T2V t-shirt, a pair of Elvis boxers, and a three-day beard. All I need is a hot girl from the cable company to make a surprise service call, and I could be starring in my own porno.

Anyhow, I think it would be good to get out of the house for a bit, so I'm gonna put on some shorts with pockets and maybe a pair of shoes and do a little grocery shopping. It's my night off, I'm out of Coca-Cola, and I still have to do something with that bottomless bottle of Malibu rum.

Mikey