I was just trying to remember what I did today, besides watching all the TV shows queued up on my DVR and cleaning the gutters. I think it was really that little. Yesterday was a bit more eventful, but the only thing I did around the house was probably finally changing out the doorknob on a door we hardly ever use. The laundry room door had some cheap-ass Kwikset locks and I can’t even remember where the keys are located. It’s now keyed like the rest of the house with semi-decent Schlage locks.

But I did get my hair cut yesterday, and even got a straight-razor shave. I thought it would be fun and the place where I go to is sort of a salon for men with massages offered as well as hair cuts and shaves. But the more I looked at the web site the weirder it seemed. I was just looking to see if they validated parking and I couldn’t even find directions, but I did find a “no dating the staff” policy. Weird, right? I also heard that people select their barbers by looking at their pictures, not pictures of their work.

Then when I went in for the straight-razor shave I noticed there wasn’t a strop, the razor seemed a bit dull, and the girl doing the shaving was in her early 20’s if she was that old. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’ve always had straight-razor shaves done by older male barbers. When I got my hair cut and I found out my barber was also in her early 20’s. I don’t think there’s anyone older working there. She did a fair job of giving me a buzz cut, and I’ve had other people not really know what they’re doing with the clippers, so I didn’t think much of it when I went in before.

After paying my bill, I figured I mainly paid about $80 to have women in their early 20’s touch my head. It’s probably the only way that’s ever going to happen again, unless I find another dentist with younger hygenists, but I’m not sure if it’s worth it. For one thing, I had a hand and scalp massage as part of the whole experience and all I could think of was that I usually go to fairly burly sports massage therapists who beat the hell out of me and that’s what I usually expect in a massage. For another, the more I think about the whole gimmick of the place I went to get my hair cut, the creepier it seems to me. The weird thing is that I knew about the place and the guy who finally convinced me to get my hair cut there is a gay guy.

So, in summary, yesterday I just kind of felt foolish after my haircut was all done. But it was pretty relaxing, and I can’t say I won’t do it again. I’m certain to feel foolish for one reason or another and at least this way I still end up with a haircut.

I’ve given up on a lot lately. I suppose I gave up on dating a while ago but someone convinced me to try match.com and I was pretty unimpressed. I can get that level of rejection for free and I don’t need to use my computer. Plus, yahoo personals has plenty of fake women telling they, “search for serious relations, tired to be one, and the good careful man whom I will love me such what is necessary is.” You can’t pay for that level of comedy.

I’ve given up any self-respect at work and just allow people to tell me how the world works in their imagination. There’s no place for the laws of physics when dealing with customers, even if you’re working in engineering.

And now I’ve given up on burger club. No one wanted to go, so I ended up at Jack-in-the-Box tonight.

My mom was asking for a Breakfast Croissant and what am I going to do? No one was going to dinner with me so I got her a Breakfast Croissant. I ordered that and a $1 hamburger and a $1 fried chicken sandwich. It took FOREVER. I don’t mean to disparage the job they do, but they told me that the chicken sandwiches were taking the longest time. I mean, how hard are chicken sandwiches? You open the cardboard box with the chicken-like patties and throw one in the deep fryer. There’s a timer right over the fryer. When it beeps, you take it out and put it on the bun. You forget to put on the mayonnaise or whatever that white glop is because you’re not working that hard, wrap in in a piece of wax paper, throw it in a bag, and give it to the worthless pile-of-shit who can’t get one single fucking friend to go eat hamburgers with him not just this week, but for THREE FUCKING WEEKS IN A ROW. The loser couldn’t find anyone to have lunch with, either, and ate cafeteria food in his grey cubicle by himself with his work email for company. Oh, while you’re at it, since the guy is obsessing about hamburgers, just forget about the hamburger he ordered and GIVE HIM AN EXTRA CHICKEN SANDWICH HE DIDN’T ASK FOR. Yeah, that’s right. Hamburgers have given up on ME.

So fuck it. I give up. I’m going out to dinner by myself, I’m going to movies by myself, I’m going to the theatre (as if I’d go to the theatre) by myself, I’m going out drinking by myself. It’s much easier.

Since I can’t talk about work, can I talk about the silly song stuck in my head? Well, it was stuck in my head before so I suppose it’s not all that interesting. In case you were wondering, it’s U Sure Do by Strike. I’m not helping things by playing it on my iTunes and watching the YouTube video over and over. I suppose it could be worse.

The workout tonight was a partner workout. 20 minutes of trading off, 7 kettlebell swings, 7 ball slams, 7 burpees. If you’re lucky, the person you’re with slows down and you get more rest as the time proceeds. If you’re unlucky, your partner speeds up as the workout continues. I think my partner tonight was trying to kill me (Arune, I’m looking at you.)

At least I’m surviving the workouts. Last week I thought I was done for. You know how it is, after being sick for too long you can’t imagine a time you felt well and you start worrying that you’ll never get better. Thank goodness that’s over with.

I am busy at work.

I am tired from the gym.

I got nothing.

Really, I’m not sure anything interesting is going on and that’s OK by me sometimes. Too much interesting stuff tires me out. Heck, I can’t even get anyone to go to burger club with me any more, but that’s OK. I may be able to sneak into places that don’t have seating for large groups. We’ll see how it goes.

I suppose it’s just as well that I’m shooting for DFL rather than shooting for seeing my lunch again.

Well, I should be going to sleep at a sane hour, but my buddy Sean suggested I watch Community a while ago and I’m catching up on back episodes. For some reason I JUST CAN’T STOP.

That’ll probably be wonderful for me tomorrow because I’ve been slammed at work. Cranky and busy. That’ll be great.

THMFIC at the gym was asking me why I like rainy days so much. I’m cooped up inside the office all day so I’d rather see grey skies. Also, it lets me sit around inside without thinking about the outdoors or all the yard work I’m shirking.

My next door neighbor borrowed the pressure washer I have that I borrowed from a family friend. I’ve had it for years now, so I’m not sure if it matters that I lent it out. The bad part was hearing the sound of the pressure washer made me get outside and do yard work myself. I mowed the lawn, I pulled weeds, I sprayed Roundup, I even used the pressure washer after getting it back.

I’m pooped.

It’s nice when warming up at the gym made me dizzy and tired. Kind of reminded me just why I took almost two weeks off. At least I was finally able to sleep all night and I think I’m getting back to normal. Of course I doubt I’m going to feel very good at the gym for a while.

My mom’s home from Japan! I took her out to dinner and had ONE BEER and after getting home I just plain fell asleep. I guess I’m probably not completely well yet, but I should have known that already after going through a coughing fit this morning and then getting quite dizzy because of it. Oh, well.

This is my blog, this is an account of my cold. A tedious and repetitious account because IT JUST WON’T GO AWAY.

The sad part is that it’s probably one of the more interesting things that’s happened lately. When the only phone call you get during the day is a junk FAX, there really isn’t all that much to talk about.

I was actually going to try going to the gym tonight but I got home and though I’d just rest for a teensy bit and and then a hour later I was waking up remembering how I called the doctor’s office this morning to ask just how long a guy should be coughing before he made an appointment to have a MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL tell him things about his (lack of) health. But I’m thinking the people who work in doctors offices are tired of hearing about the swine ‘flu and the bird ‘flu and other types of ‘flu that are POTENTIALLY LETHAL and really would just like a chance to sit in the office with nobody sick bothering them so they could just work on their Facebook updates all day long and deal with the usual OLD PEOPLE who don’t have anything contagious and lethal to worry about. YES YOU CHICKEN SHITS, I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU. I’m sure they don’t need me to come in and whine about how I’ve been sick for over a f*cking week and how I can’t sleep real well or eat or even go to the gym since I’ve been sick because that takes away from their Amazon shopping sprees, but come on, THAT’S WHAT WE PAY YOU FOR.

I mean my life isn’t going the way I want it to. I just want to go to work and surf some gossip sites and watch some YouTube videos but holy hell, not only am I still a little sick but THERE’S ACTUALLY WORK TO DO and it’s cutting into my online slacking time.

See what happens when I don’t get to go to the gym? I get a little stir crazy. Though in all honesty I know that I’m still not feeling well enough to go in. Whatever.

My mom comes back from Japan tomorrow (she’s probably getting on the plane right now) and I sure as hell don’t want to give this cold to her. It ought to be gone by then, right?

I thought I should get to sleep early last night because if I didn’t make it into work they might fire my ass for abandoning my post or something but as the evening wore on my stomach made those grumbling noises that mean if I tried to go to sleep I’d be getting up at some point and running for the bathroom. I didn’t actually make it to sleep until almost midnight and even then I tossed and turned and had ridiculous nightmares. The nightmare would wake me up, go to the bathroom, and realize I was incredibly uncomfortable and needed a drink of water. This repeated a bunch of times. Heck, I weighed 159 lbs this morning.

So I was continually thirsty today, and through no scientific proof I decided it was probably just a lack of fat in my stomach, giving me an excuse to try Slabtown Barbecue. They’re expensive, the portions are small, but it was all very tasty. Heck, most of the time I eat way too much at a barbecue joint so it’s probably just as well that I didn’t get huge slabs of meat. I’m feeling better already.

See what happens when I take the day off from the gym? I really take the day off from the gym.

So I’ve been pretty darn sick lately. Monday I stayed home from work because of a splitting headache. Tuesday I went to workbut Tuesday night I found myself shivering under the covers (using all 3 comforters I use in the wintertime) so I figured I should probably stay home on Wednesday (the day my new laptop was being delivered, coincidentally). Thursday I spent most of the day in bed passed out and getting up for more than five minutes at a time would make me shiver and break out into a cold sweat. Friday I was weak, but feeling better, and today I was in bed until the afternoon. I’m hoping this wonderful yo-yo ride is going to end soon but at least tomorrow should be an up day.

Fortunately my sister comes over and leaves her crap here most Saturdays when she goes running and she offered to do some shopping for me. There really isn’t that much food in the house. I told her I wanted Skippy and tortillas so I could be lazy and at least have something to eat. She also got me a Trader Joe’s burrito, which I didn’t think I could eat because I had a hard time with a tiny cup of yogurt earlier in the day but that thing tasted delicious. I think my appetite is coming back and I’m hoping I feel better tomorrow (and the next day). We’ll see.

She also brought over Thuy’s amineko that they think looks like me.

I still wasn’t feeling great today, but there’s too much work to do at work. It would be so much more pleasant if I could just be left alone there. Been fairly busy with no let-up in sight.

My laptop is supposed to arrive tomorrow. I’m sure I won’t have that much to say about it after I get it. You know how it is. It’s going to be just like the one I have now, just faster. I might have been happier if I just stuck to this one and got an iPad, but nah, I made my decision.