July 28th, 2007

Don't Hassle the Hoff

His Return

I stayed up all night with my brother before I had to catch my flight because there was no point in trying to catch some sleep for an hour or two when there was beer to drink. I'm fairly pleased with how I managed to split up my time on this trip even though I could've easily used another week. Really, more than anything, it came down to circumstance as far as me seeing people. More than ever, all my friends are now realizing the lameness I went through after college, what with the 40 hour work weeks and being able to do next to nothing during the week. As chance would have it, though, of my friends, I spent more time with Mark and Devin than anyone else (as they comprised 100% of my friends who, for this brief period, lack full-time employment). For everybody else, I had to see them almost exclusively on the weekends, and that meant a whole lot less of Steve to go around than might be desired by both sides.

That being said, I was thrilled with the fact that I got to hang out with my brother as much as I did. With our schedules and the time difference, it's fuckin' hard to get us on the phone at the same time. He'll be here in September though, and we'll be doing this town up solid.

I did manage some shut-eye on the plane for my 5-hour flight, but it kept getting interrupted by crying babies in the distance and announcements from the cockpit. The whole entire Thursday I ate some leftover Chinese food at around 6am, then ate nothing from then until I landed, when I got a slice of pizza at JFK International Airport at around 5:30pm EDT. About two hours later, I was home with my possessions, sleeping on my cot.

I got up yesterday with my back in utter agony. I knew, it was time to get a real fucking bed. First thing's first, though: I had some Entourage and some John From Cincinnati to catch up on (I missed about 3 or 4 episodes of each), and I was an idiot who didn't do laundry for free at home, so I had a load to do here. Then, I got my ass in the shower and back out on the street to the Matress Store. $140 after delivery and tax, I've got a twin matress on my floor. Bossanova.

Watched some Undeclared after that (cool half-hour comedy from the creator of Freaks & Geeks, 40 Year Old Virgin, Knocked Up), then met with Emily and my friend Celina who's in town from Pullman. I just had the one drink, then high-tailed it back here for more sleep. The new matress is glorious, I muss-say.

Oh! And this morning around 9am, I don't know what they were doing upstairs, but I woke up to these noxious fumes being sprayed down towards my window. Either they were painting, spraying pesticides, or trying to gas me in my sleep, but I was lucky to be alert enough to close the window.
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