Yep, life is a big barrel o’ crap right now.
As I type this, my wife Amy is in Prescott, Arizona. She’s trapped in a house with her mother, Penny, and her mother’s significant other, Roger, with no escape until her flight home on Thursday. I, on the other hand, am trapped in our home with three birds, two cats, two rabbits, three boxes of fish, 1.5 metric craploads of plants, and a loaned DVD of “Grandma’s Boy” that I have to watch before Tuesday.
There’s plenty of things that need doing around here, and I’m not getting a goddamned thing done. I’ve always be pretty lousy at time management, so I’ve set myself a couple of particular goals to accomplish before Amy gets back. If I can get that short list done, then anything else is gravy.
Task one: get together the physical set-up for my new 55 gallon tank. Since that much water will weigh in excess of 500 lbs, it needs a fairly strong stand. We settled on the cheapo version, consisting of cinderblocks, planks, and plywood. The wood needs waterproofing, the blocks need painting, and all of it has to be done outside unless I want to kill the pets.
Task two: finish GTA: San Andreas. I try not to play this one around Amy, but not for the reasons you think. As far as violence goes, GTA:SA has nothing on Manhunt2, which is a vicious, bloody mess of a game. It’s because I tend to reference the character’s speech when I’m playing the game. CJ, the protagonist, is an urban gangbanger, while I am a somewhat unholy combination of tweedy academic and white trash. Consequently, ‘urban’ colloquialisms sound exceedingly odd coming from me. Amy does so much eye-rolling that I’m afraid she’ll sprain something.
So that’s my plan for the next few days. Gonna suck.
