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Yesterday Thursday got whacked in the market, so....rather sit here and look at the screen and cry over spilt milk decided to call it a day and go put in an early afternoon workout.
Get home, have a cup a joe, and off to the gym I go, good focused shoulder workout, feeling good, sweaty and hot as hell, pouring off my face.
Get home to the apartment and the door is locked, I had left the door unlocked with the keys inside, the gyms only couple hundred feet away, no biggie.
Now, first thought, is hmmmmmm, have I lost my mind, go back to gym and check for keys, come back bang on door like lunatic, somone has to be in my apartment, are they ransacking it?
Stand there feeling like a fool in 100 degree heat sweating more.
Finally walk over to apartment office, a quarter mile away, explain my idiocy, turns out while I was working out pest guy had stopped by, and obviously he locked door behind him, so they cut me a new key.
Trudge back, sweating all the more, and lo and behold, key does not fit. Trudge back, more sweat, they give me the original, trudge back and you guessed it key does not fit.
Now on the walk back feeling dehydrated and lightheaded.
Well, now they check the key pest guy had against one they think is mine and lo and behold, not the same, get new key cut, trudge back, and it works, chug water and say, screw it, my whole damn week has been like this.
So, I jump in the truck go to mickey d's, get a big mac, quarter pounder with cheese and 3 hamburgers, come home and chow down watching oprah of all things.
Today is a new day and hopefully this wave of crapola has ended.
PS- Morgan got whacked big time.
Get home, have a cup a joe, and off to the gym I go, good focused shoulder workout, feeling good, sweaty and hot as hell, pouring off my face.
Get home to the apartment and the door is locked, I had left the door unlocked with the keys inside, the gyms only couple hundred feet away, no biggie.
Now, first thought, is hmmmmmm, have I lost my mind, go back to gym and check for keys, come back bang on door like lunatic, somone has to be in my apartment, are they ransacking it?
Stand there feeling like a fool in 100 degree heat sweating more.
Finally walk over to apartment office, a quarter mile away, explain my idiocy, turns out while I was working out pest guy had stopped by, and obviously he locked door behind him, so they cut me a new key.
Trudge back, sweating all the more, and lo and behold, key does not fit. Trudge back, more sweat, they give me the original, trudge back and you guessed it key does not fit.
Now on the walk back feeling dehydrated and lightheaded.
Well, now they check the key pest guy had against one they think is mine and lo and behold, not the same, get new key cut, trudge back, and it works, chug water and say, screw it, my whole damn week has been like this.
So, I jump in the truck go to mickey d's, get a big mac, quarter pounder with cheese and 3 hamburgers, come home and chow down watching oprah of all things.
Today is a new day and hopefully this wave of crapola has ended.
PS- Morgan got whacked big time.
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