Saturday I am scheduled for work, so I assume that is the reason behind my day off today. It went well, and I actually don’t have the feeling of a wasted day. My alarm sounded off at 8am, completely destroying any last memories of the previous night’s dreams. I picked up the tank at the garage with my dad then skipped out on the gym. Instead of working up a sweat, I took a walk to the park and captured the most recent shots posted. I shot away without much thought, then the ‘memory card full’ message caught me off guard. So did my bladder. No, I didn’t pee my pants. I ran home though.
After a bit, I continued my nutritious day at Dairy Queen with Jason. Four bucks for a burger. No thanks. Actually, I went ahead and bought it. It’s nice not to cook sometimes. Then we split for a chicken strip basket. For some reason, even though I’ve had the basket before, I imagined eight-inch, deep-fried beasts to appear on the platter. We stayed for a good amount of time, but I still had enough left before class to serve Jason a good old Hyper Viper Beam beating.
Class ended early, but we were given our take-home tests. Domination will continue. The class dominating me, that is, and not the other way around. One day, I will be held captive by pirates and they will ask the angle of their crooked plank knowing only its length and the length from the far end of the plank to another random spot on the ship. On that day, I will have no complaints about math.
I helped clean our garage, ate dinner, and, skipping a few miscellaneous things in between, now I’m typing this. The lab station curtains are gone, but the lab station itself will be extended into the other half of the garage with a bit of effort. I found a few old notebooks and a rarely used journal. They’ll definitely provide some content on a day when I don’t leave my bed.
Some good news to conclude with, I found my water bottle! I knew I would. Unfortunately for me, this is sign number two in confirming my stupidity. The bottle was in my backpack. Sign number one also came yesterday, when I wrote a memo on my forearm and ended up forgetting to pick my dad up anyway.
No long sleeves either.