I wake up this morning and I instantly get the shakes. This happens when I sleep through the cold, either because it is extremely cold, or I somehow knock my blanket off of myself. I still have the shakes but it's not as bad as when I first got up. I found it hard to sleep last night, as some unruly young mid '20s people moved in recently into one of the vacant apartments on my "unit." I've noticed that they like to go outside to smoke and they usually stand in the general area near my window. They talk. They laugh. They act silly. They smoke their cigarettes. Now, if I stick my head out the window and yell at them then I would just confirm what my friends are already saying about me that I am the disgruntled old man on the block. Not so! Also, I've noticed that the school bus loudly arrives at 6:30am, parks and then proceeds to flash its big lights as if the police or ambulance was outside. *grumble grumble*
I admit I am a bit strange. Throughout life I've often gone on these little side quests that have no relevance whatsoever to the things I should be doing. An example of this started back in early November. A friend of mine came over and I was scanning my Netflix instant que. I noticed that the show Coach had its entire series available to stream. I could not pass this up. It had always been one of my favorite shows. I remember it would come on right after Monday Night Football. Anyway, so I began this mission hoping to complete it by the time I moved in March.
I realize that I am a grown man with way more important things to be upset about than a football game. However, last night's Dallas Cowboys loss to the New York football Giants was especially hard for me. It's just a game. I know this yet I repeatedly let things like this anger me to no end. But today will be a good day.
Walking into work yesterday I realized that my mood shifted and I immediately became very angry. I still can't figure out what triggered the mood swing. My only theory is that my weekend was over and it was back to the boring repetitive cycle that is work. I find that this happens to me a lot. I'll be in a good mood then bam! I'm the biggest grump on the face of the planet.
Last night I toyed with the rain gods and they smited me in the worst way possible. So as I was coming home I noticed that the lights around Lake Worth were all out. The business mecca that I call home was totally pitch black. Then I get to my apartments, and voila, we have electricity. I immediately jumped on Facebook and updated my status to say "Power outage in Lake Worth! My apartments were unaffected though. I'm about to turn all my lights on just to mock everybody."
I've probably seen the movie Fight Club at least 20 times in the 10 years that it has been out. I like the way the narrator talks in the film. Hence, I've always wanted to write a Fight Club-esque book myself. Because drawing from my own personal life, I'd be the perfect specimen. I work a nothing job where endless, mindless repetition is a requirement, as well as having no personal life. It would be great. I'd talk about my Pepsi addiction (which I'm working on), my love of the horror genre, and my near archival knowledge of the Star Trek franchise.