I was fairly crabby tonight because I stupidly checked my work email and because of the half-assedness that goes on at the gym on Monday nights. I was honestly daydreaming about quitting my gym and trying to get a membership in the Multnomah Aryan Club because I hear that the weight room is empty most of the time. I’d never last because I’d never get along and I’d have to dress nicer than I do to go to work just to get in the front door.

Fortunately I got a call from my buddy Il with good news. He and his girlfriend just bought a house together. It’s in a sketchier part of town than I like, but really everywhere is sketchier than where either of us lives now. That, and possibly listening to Notorious B.I.G., pulled me out of my funk, even after talking about his mom’s funeral and my dad’s funeral which were just a few days apart.

Speaking of which, why is it so hard to find an obituary for someone?