Today at 5:00 officially marked the start of another weekend in the country. Friday nights are pretty routine at this point: do my laundry, work out, go to the store, and watch movies until I pass out. Besides that, there will be plenty of reading, sleep, and may even mix some running in. Speaking of which, the Race for the Cure was last week and, thanks to the efforts of the homie D-Shep, I finished the 5K with the best time I've ever had. The goal next year is to post an even better time.
Oh, and no sodas in weeks. They kinda just went away as 5K training started several weeks back, and since then, I just haven't had a desire to have another one. It's strictly juice, milk, and water over here.
It feels good to be working again. When I was unemployed, I had all the time in the world to think about everything and, best believe, that's exactly what I did. People made me mad, and it festered in my mind, because I didn't have shit to do!
Don't get me wrong; I had peace of mind even during that time, but it's even more apparent now because, for nothing else, people don't bother me anymore, because I simply have other ways to occupy my mind. It's a great feeling.
I miss "Jenkins." I think she's gonna come back soon, though, and when she does, I'll take her to get some ice cream.
Oh, and the nephew and I had Man Time at MacDonald's last weekend. This lil' dude didn't touch his food; he just wanted to play in the playhouse the entire time, but let me take some food home, and he wants to eat off my plate. Typical toddler.
That's all for now.
10/21/11 @ 6:11 P.M.
P.S. "Sweetness," by Jeff Pearland is really, really good so far.