First things first. I got back on the scale Friday after working out and it was at 306, which is kind of what I expected. The 310 reading seemed much too high and the 302 reading was much too low. I let my body balance out a bit and came up with 306. That is very good news because 300 is within my grasp. I can taste it, much like a sausage pizza with extra cheese.
This was a pretty boring weekend. I tell myself over and over again that I like to relax and do nothing at all times. But then when I have a chance to relax and do nothing, I hate it. Then I have no other options so I don’t do anything. Either that or I am not very creative. But really there is nothing to do around here. I need a tennis partner.
So here is a complete rundown of my entire weekend.
Got out of work at 7 p.m. Went to Subway; the cute girl was there. She knows my name now (since it is in the paper about five times a day) and calls me by it every time I go in. She even wrote it on my sandwich Friday night. So that’s good, I guess. Although there is no way she is out of high school. I am a dirty, dirty man.
I kept up with the dirty man theme around 1 a.m. For the first time in my life I subscribed to a porn site. That’s right, I am one of the newest members of sweetkrissy.com. It’s not really porn as much as it is just a really hot girl being naked. Why did I do it? Sheer boredom. (And the fact that I can’t find free naked pictures of this girl anywhere on the web. It was getting to be a little frustrating and time-consuming. And yes, I am a little uncomfortable talking about this.)
So then I went to bed and knocked out the last 30 pages of Ball Four, Jim Bouton’s recounting of the 1969 baseball season. It was the second time I read it. This time was just as good as the original.
But before I did all that, I watched the 2006 Best Picture Academy Award winner, Crash, on Showtime. It was fucking awesome. Fantastic movie. I’ll leave it at that.