Flying Home Thursdays
So the week is about over and things are going fairly well. Work is progressing along, Atlanta has some pretty decent weather and I have gone an entire week without spending a dime, which is always nice. I finally paid Laura for all the various things that we split in the apartment and paid off what was left of the huge loan that she gave to me awhile back, so again…more good stuff. Now I just need to get my taxes in, collect my work bonus and use this next paycheck that I get to pay off the little bit of credit card debt that I have and I’ll be all set.
For my rental car this week, I was once again given a Dodge Charger. Every time I get the keys to it, I think that it’s going to be an awesome experience, and every time, I’m a little disappointed. I mean damn.. it has around 250hp, you would think the thing can move…then you realize that you are practically driving your grandfather’s huge ass Buick. No get up and go…nothing. Now….were it the SRT, with their sweet ass Hemi V8… now that would be pushing around 425hp… I think that might be a bit more fun. Oh well, it’s still fun to drive something so different than my little RSX.
Something that I have realized in the past few months, is that my blog has gotten away from being commentary on my life and the things that I see and has moved more into a step by step description of my life. I don’t really know how I feel about it. On one hand, it’s nice to have a journalesqe view of my life so I can go back and reflect on things, but on the other hand, I don’t think it’s all that interesting for anyone to read other than myself and my close friends, and even for them, it can’t be all that interesting. Am I making a pact with myself to write more interesting content? Nope. Honestly I don’t care. I’ve given up on trying to gain readership and blog followers. I write my blog all by myself and write it all for myself, so why the hell should I try to write political and social commentary when I will have no interest in reading that in the future? Good point, eh?
Speaking of writing about worthless shit, I’m happy to now find out that on Monday mornings and Thursday evenings, there are direct flights from Stewart Airport to Atlanta, which will make my commuting much more pleasant. Although I have to wait until around 8:00pm to catch my flight out, it’s not that big of a deal, but it would be nice if it were around 6:00 so that I could jet out of work (no pun intended) a little earlier. Oh well, it’s probably a good thing that I don’t have that, keeps me honest.
This weekend, in liu of being there for Valentines day, I promised Laura that I would come into the city to hang out for a day or two. I think that I’m going to go down there on Friday evening, hang out on Saturday during the day and go home in the early evening. Want to make sure that I get a few good nights of sleep, because the damn hotel bed has been less than comfortable. I have been having bad dreams and waking up scared that the alarm isn’t going to wake me up. Not to mention that, weather permitting, I’d like to go for a bike ride.
Last weekend I ended up going for a 20 mile bike ride. It was a pretty good ride, nothing special, but DAMN was it cold. When it’s like 20 degrees out, and you are huffing and puffing your way all around the countryside, you don’t realize how thirsty you are, but then, on your last hill it hits you and you just can’t make it. Yes, that happen to me. I felt like a total douch walking my bike up a hill on the road. I felt like I was 10 years old again. Oh well. I’ll be a little more prepared this time I think. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Anyway, it’s around noon, and I think that it’s about time I go and get some lunch. I think that I’m going to treat myself to a nice lunch today, and skimp out on dinner, seeing as how I’ll be sitting in the Atlanta airport anyway.