Yesterday was a relaxing way to spend four years clean and sober. I woke up with a cute girl, ate a leisurely brunch, wrote my blog, ate a ridiculously large pork banh mi, spent time helping someone else, caught up with an old East Coast friend via telephone, ate tacos with a friend as she stopped between India to Argentina and then read/edited a friend’s manuscript before turning in for bed. All of these things were gifts either seldom seen or nonexistent when I was waking up with my usual work weekend hangover a few years back.
Today was different. Today was go time.
Today was errand day, the kind of errands that sit and sit and sit until I finally cave and just knock them out en masse. I woke up and stopped by the tech support place I dropped my laptop off at, only to find out that they had finally figured out what the problem was – which means I’m still typing this on a friend’s laptop he was kind enough to loan me. Then I went to the bank to deposit some cash and checks, before rolling over to the motorcycle shop to talk to them about where to order a new back tire for my motorcycle (online apparently, as their distributor has had it on back order for a month). Next stop Kaplan’s, for a half-dozen pairs of thick wool socks and a scarf to keep me warm on my late-night rides home from work. Then I stopped by the Instantcab office so they could update my phone with their app, snagging half a case of bottled water branded with their logo on the way out the door to the grocery store. Fifty bucks and one overpacked bag of groceries later, I was motoring back to my apartment to stick it in the fridge.
After throwing some laundry in the washer, I ran back out on foot to grab some produce from the corner market, stopped by the dollar store for some household bullshit and get a sorely needed beard trim from my barber. Once I got home I bumped the laundry up into the dryer, put in another load, made some much-needed tea, found my motorcycle tire online, shipped it to my mechanic, paid off a credit card, did the overdue dishes, took a shower, bumped the laundry up again while putting in a third load, did the long overdue dishes, took a shower, threw the final load of wash in the dryer and started collecting tax information for my appointment with my guy tomorrow. Somewhere in the middle of all of this, I still managed to listen to the entirety of The Stone Roses’s second album for the first time in a decade, get distracted by The Facefuck, and comment on a thread about taxi politics on a thread with total strangers on Twitter.
I still have to finish and fold the laundry, put clean sheets back on the bed, pick up my house a little, cook some food for my work week so I can actually eat healthy while I drive, get a razor shave in, finish collecting my tax stuff for tomorrow and find my way to a nine o’clock date the next neighborhood over in what will undoubtedly be rain.
But I have clean sheets, clean clothes, a laptop that’s getting fixed, a brand new motorcycle tire on the way to the shop, a fridge full of food, a working phone, bills all paid on time – plus a petit filet and steak frites in the company of a cute girl in my immediate future.
Oh – and this, my five hundred words for the day… all finished in thirty minutes.
Poor me. Life sucks.
