Vast Wasteland

Sorry, but it seems to be the general consensus that the internet is extremely boring today. I have to agree. There is nothing of interest out there. All my favorite sites are just as dull as this one today, except for maybe Kellee's place. Go check out the pics of her new home.

Kellee's House.

I am sorta jealous.

I offer my apologies for the dull blogging as of late, but the furthest I've ventured from the house in the past three days is down to the dumpster, which is maybe fifteen feet from the porch, so I have nothing of interest to report. I was gonna check the mail, but Falcon Rob beat me to it, so that little field trip got scrubbed, too. Hanging around organizing my closet and doing laundry is somewhat tough to write about, or at least make interesting, and that's been the extent of my activities over the past 72 hours, besides reading, sleeping, and watching TV. Well, I *did* get a little exercise by walking the perimeter of the apartment complex yesterday, but made the mistake of doing it in the afternoon heat, and it wasn't very enjoyable at all.

Looking back on my vacation week, I feel like I made a terrible mistake, or at least missed out on an opportunity. Back when I learned that I'd most likely be sent on a week's hiatus from work before I started in the poker room, I made a casual offhand comment about how nice it would be to be able to go back to Nashville for some family-style buffoonery for a few days, but that I just couldn't afford it.

I never mentioned it, but the next day my sister Cyndi called, willing to cough up the $600+ for a last minute ticket to Nashville for the week. That was a generous offer, but I declined. And then later that evening, another one of my readers, who shall remain anonymous, sent me a message in the middle of the night, offering me a FREE ticket on Southwest, with the itinerary all picked out and ready to go the next afternoon, all I had to do was say yes, pack a bag, and get my ass to the airport...

Like a dumbass, I turned it down, too. Looking back, my week was fairly dull and kind of a bust, so I wish I would've take the opportunity to go back to Tennessee for a few days.

I really don't know why I said no. Situations like that remind me of other times when I was a complete idiot for unknown reasons--one night I stopped by a local watering hole, and ran into one of the gals from the casino, who I always thought was smoking hot. We sat together drinking and flirting for an hour or two, and when she offered to 'drive me back to her place and let me crash' so I didn't have to drive home, for god knows what reason, I said no. Seriously, WTF is wrong with me? I was kicking myself for days after that, and shortly thereafter, she quit her job and moved away, so that opportunity is gone forever.

Oh well. My new career kicks off tonight. I should have some good--and interesting--stories from here on out.

I think I'll take a nap for awhile. I've got a long night ahead of me.

Mikey