Happy Mother’s Day to all my mater­nal readers!

I’m sit­ting at home right now, and Daddy’s mak­ing lunch for the fam­ily, so I guess it’s a good time to update.

Yes­ter­day… woke up early enough to go to Wal­dorf, just in case, even though Matt took over the shift I took from Allan. Every­thing was cool, though, so I ran some errands down­town. Called to check in with Chris­tiana, the chair of Wal­dorf, about Allan’s sec­ond shift, but appar­ently he got cut from it.

Hopped on the ol’ adding machine. Watched a bunch of shows, like the new episodes of Hus­tle, Bleach, and Naruto.. Read comics and wrote a post about Fri­day. Chat­ted, look­ing for epople in town to hang out with. Sadly, it was only me and Amber. We tried to get more, but they had to go shop­ping and such. Damn you guys! I picked up Amber and drove her to safe­way, then my place, because she was crav­ing pol­ish sausages. Jack­son called us up while we were at Safe­way, so he came over, too. I grilled up the dogs and the three of us watched movies. Quote comes from when we were decid­ing what to watch -

Man, I dunno what kinda stuff he watches, but I don’t think I could han­dle watch­ing porn for thir­teen hours.

I think my DVD player might be going bad. I love that thing… mostly because its any­thing. But we were try­ing to play a Divx of There’s Some­thing About Mary and it froze in the mid­dle. Then we tried the Divx of Ken­tucky Fried Movie, but there was no sound. So we ended up watch­ing Bar­ber­shop. And after that, Harry Pot­ter and the Cham­ber of Secrets was play­ing on ABC. We watched that until it was time for Jack­son and me to go to the Aggie Auc­tion project.

The project… not what I expected. We were sup­pos­edly bussing tables for an hour. But when we got there, we split up into guys and girls (except for Tommy, who went with the girls because of his hurt tail­bone). The girls got to bus tables. The guys got to carry tables out­side. Then we went down to the floor to bus tables. And then we got to move those tables out­side, too. My arms were so dead by the end of the night. The first tables wore me down. The buck­ets of sil­ver­ware numbed me. But the worst was the big round tables we rolled out. They are wider than I am tall, and it’s sta­blest when you hold at the top, so it was like walk­ing around with my arms over my head for another half an hour.

After that, every­one felt like shit, so TAK decided to hold an event to lift our spir­its. I went home and show­ered first, then IMed Amber and Eric, who were look­ing for some­thing to do. Amber was about to go to sleep, but Eric wanted to come. Went over to Cuarto to pick him up, and on the way to Brandon’s, there was this guy who was piss drunk stand­ing on the side of the road with his thumb out. At first, he was stand­ing by a car, so I thought he needed some help fix­ing it. But no, he just wanted a ride to Cuarto, and since I was basi­cally two blocks away, I gave him a lift back.

Onward, to Brandon’s. Walked into find every­one sip­ping on SoCo lemon­ade, so I brought back Tem­ple of Doom. I think every­one who played enjoyed. Espe­cially Judy. She couldn’t bull­shit worth a shit. I didn’t play that well myself… downed about four cups within twenty min­utes. All I had for din­ner was a Nal­gene of water, so I was feel­ing it pretty fast and had to stop. There was the usual TAK antics. Plus Bran­don made some new ones, as usual. I passed out for the sec­ond half of Kung Fu Hus­tle, which was play­ing in the back­ground. Then woke up and took Aiza and Eric home, and went home home to pass out.

Except it took me a while to sleep, because my chest was hella con­stricted, and I was wheez­ing and gasp­ing for days. Stu­pid me for not work­ing out my res­pi­ra­tory sys­tem like I should. Gotta start jog­ging again so I don’t die next time I hit spon­ta­neous phys­i­cal exer­tion. Dou­bly stu­pid me for think­ing I don’t need inhalers any­more and not get­ting refills from the phar­macy. Because I hella needed one last night. And just for the sake of com­plete­ness, stu­pid me for drink­ing when I was hav­ing a mild asthma attack. The alco­hol DID take the sore­ness away. But it replaced it with short­ness of breath and a vague sense of impend­ing doom.