Thursday

So you’d figure I’d be all mopey after realizing that I have no friends and burger club is over. But no, tonight I had my weird salad for dinner and watched the final episode of Flash Forward so instead of being all sanguine, I’m left asking the question, “Wha?”

Here I am, though, reading a Salon.com article on how the reason I don’t have any dates is just because I suck and realizing that I spent real money for three months of Match.com and really did absolutely nothing on it but wonder why I’m getting matched with women who either outweigh me or are Republicans and I really just don’t seem to have any negative feelings about it. I guess I’m getting to the point where I just don’t give a shit this week. I just need a vacation, and the goddamn laptop charger that I lent to Chip Conrad who hasn’t returned it yet. I guess just because a guy can teach you several new ways to do harder pushups it doesn’t mean you should trust him with your shit.

I dunno. I just wish I had a bit more to look forward to this weekend. Maybe I’ll eat myself into a coma or something. That sounds new and exciting.