Work and Dreams

Working overnight blows chunks. Seriously.

I just bought two pairs of new jeans, and they’re actual brand name jeans, not the store brand fat guy jeans I’ve had to wear for so long. Hooray Me! I’m into 44×32’s for the first time in eight or so years, and still shrinking. I have about a hundred more pounds to go, give or take, and I’ll be done. I’ve got to start with the sit-ups this weekend or I’ll never tone up.

I need help finding friends and a companion. I need to work more on fitting in with the group (maybe I should start by actually being in the group, I’m going to need help with that) and maybe if y’all aren’t doing a couples thing, someone should speak up and wonder if Ernie might like to come with.

Oh! I almost forgot: I had the strangest dream about AmandaS yesterday. She and I were at McDonald’s  talking, and she mentioned that she had finally done it and really didn’t see what the big deal was all about. I asked her how many times, and she said just the once. I told her, “try again, it gets better, trust me.” So she leaves and comes back and hour or so later and she still says she doesn’t see what all the fuss is about. At this point I grab her by the hand and say, “for God’s sake, if he doesn’t know what he’s doing I’ll have to show you.” Then the dream flashes forward to an apparently very happy AmandaS and me in my shower with her saying that yes, now she understands. God I’m a perv.

One more night to go: got to get my overstock onto the floor or into the bins. Of course I’ve only got two pallets and housewares has eight or ten and sporting goods has ten or twelve, but the two toy pallets are causing all the problems to hear LP tell it. Jerk.