“In 2011, the Orioles played 103 games against .500 clubs. The Tigers played 51.”  I’m not as surprised by the Orioles number as I am by the Tigers number.  baseball is effing screwed.  I mean essing fucked.

down to half a party left.  but, as they used to say at the john kerry rallies, help is on the way.

monday.  should I accept it.  I just want to sit and watch cable news and sports.  I want it to be a federal holiday so powerful that there is no means to resist doing slow pointless things all day.   and maybe eat some muffins or something.

new poll shows $50,000 all you need to be happy.  that really resonated with me because I said it.

I slept til midnight starting at six I think.  a day without intentions got what it was looking for.

now that I have my life back I woke up playing video games.   a little different than the poem.  another thing that doesn’t happen in songs.

I’m concerned that rg3 will be abducted by aliens.  We think the colts have the first pick, but what if it turns out that Zandar from Ogg really has the first pick.  I just feel that… something might still go wrong between now and pick #2.

I signed into a service that I hadn’t used for a couple years, and I was really surprised by how much I didn’t like what I wrote.  my answers to the questions.  it’s really strange to me how I presented myself, and I couldn’t stand to read more than half a sentence or so of each answer before deleting it.  I wasn’t curious enough to want to read whole answers.  also there are these long questionnaires of multiple choice questions where you can write a little explanation about your answer and I was really surprised by how many of those I filled in even when the question was really stupid.  actually once I wrote something like “I’m only answering this to say it’s an incredibly stupid question” or something like that and I was surprised that I bothered to write that rather than just skipping the question.  things like that.  I don’t remember if I went out with anyone through that site.  I didn’t check to see if messages were still saved.

so it appears all the floors and painting mumbo jumbo will not happen until my contract ends because… it’s too hard to think about, and schedule.  the floors guy told me today he thinks I need two weeks where I don’t have to be here much if I want floors and painting throughout.  so, I’m punting on all that for a month or two.  he thinks I should get a pod out back to put all my stuff in.  his crew will put my stuff in the pod.  I do like this floors guy.  he is way solid.  this is the product he uses.

my customer was nice to me today.

non-valuable stuff in the pod.  valuable stuff in the cellar.

only 9 days til the draft.

the mind isan amaxing thinng bc u can look thru the index of a 500 p book for a poem whose title u dont remember and still finf it fairly quickly.  and u can intuitively know that it will be possible and then maybe later on remember that.

I had a  few too many cheddar sun chips at the bar.  we should never be surprised when the last part of a  sentence changes its meaning.

a little paranoid.  — more later

there’s a certain mood that gets draped over things and that’s why things look so.

we get caught up and owned by some  themes but it’s fine, still some apparent subscription to thinking visits.  when it does, it’s familiar, like outer space.

I think we have a winner.  The bid from floorer #3 is the same as #2 and only about 10% higher than #1.  So it’s likely going to be #3.  So it looks like it will be oak throughout, sanded and finished on-site.  I told them I’d decide early next week.

flooring guy #3 came today.  This guy was much better than the other two.  the first two bidders had brought a bunch of samples and wanted to start talking to me about the samples before they even looked at what they were going to be putting them on.  they never asked to go in the cellar and look at the joists. they never talked to me about things like whether to run the floors under the kitchen cabinets, or stop at the cabinets.

this third guy brought no samples.  instead he immediately started looking at what I have now and talking about what his approach would be.  he wants to install unfinished wood and sand/finish it here.  that seems much better than the pre-finished stuff I’ve been looking at.  also, he wants to remove the cement where the fireplace used to be and put down plywood there so he can nail to it.  the other two wanted to glue the flooring to the cement.  I expect this guy’s bid will be higher.  possibly quite a bit higher.  he says you do floors first, and last.  you first install and sand the floors, and put down two coats of finish.  then the painting crew comes in and does their work.  then he comes back, fixes any little problems caused by the painters, and then he puts a final coat of finish down.

I went ahead and told the one flooring company that they undermeasured.  they said they didn’t undermeasure, but did add it up wrong.  so they sent a new bid.  it’s still at the low end of the range of what I thought was the possible range.  the second bid came in a little higher.  not way higher as I imagined.  but the second guy was too sales-y and seemed a bit desperate even tho they seem to get lots of good reviews.

that said.

today is weds.

it goes monday, tuesday, wednesday.  we use these words to refer to what we call days of the week.  the week is seven days and there is no natural analogue for the week, as there is for the day.  the day being approximately the time it takes for the earth to rotate once.  the week makes time seem more circular.  I suppose it defines a marker for repetition purposes, as a lot of things, like wage-earning, typically require repetition.  without the week, time would seem like what we really ought to experience.  but that’s arbitrary of me.  if there were no… I’m going to start naming my days like hurricanes.  sally.  jesse.  raphael.

monday was brutal.  the week met me like a hammer to the chest.  today was fine tho.  we return to our set points.  I was so stressed monday that when I woke up tuesday I was still stressed, even though I had slept pretty solid for 8 hours.  it was the first thing I noticed when I woke up.  it subsided by sometime in the afternoon.  and today was a fairly average day, although the curve has been wrecked.  it’s not forever. I think of the other side, where there can be travel or some new psychotic home improvement episode.  or even just nothing.  which is another way of saying writing for a couple hours a day and walking around.  sometimes biking around.

it’s not warm out.