Random Notes on Groundhog's Day
I only know it's Groundhog Day cause the local news has been yammering about for the entire week.
If I had to do like Bill Murray and relive one day over and over and over, I sure as shootin' would hope it would be a weekend. Reliving a workday into infinity would suck ass.
Things I would do on an Infini-loop Groundhog Day: Nothing that I couldn't take with me, so Art would be a waste of time. I'd probably doodle every day to keep my skill level up, and that's about it. Rent out the movie store. Drive alot. Do things I don't normally do, like hang out in seedy bars and try to pick up cheap sluts (can't catch VD if you start the day over! Yee-gads, I think I went too far on that one...), start playing the trumpet again (actually, I don't think that one would work, cause my lip would reset every day...), um... crap... cook a bunch of different stuff maybe? Geez. I'd suck at reliving a day over and over.
Moving on.
So, all the guys in my family have mustaches. We refer to it as the Morris Mustache. Dad, Uncle Rodge, Uncle Steve, my Grandpa, my Brother Ryan. All gots the Mustache goin' on. Guess who don't sport a stache? Yep. Me. Anyway, I haven't shaved in about a week, so I've been sporting a mustache of my own for a little while. The conclusion I have come to: I look like a frickin' dingus with a mustache. Soon as the weekend hits, I'm goin' back to being aerodynamic.
In an act of questionable sanity, I decided that my couch was impeding my work. The damn thing is just too comfy, and everytime I lie down on it, I don't wanna get back up. Having no place to store it, I decided my best bet was to just upend the thing. So I did.
First thing I'm doing after I pay the utility bill on Saturday is to get some groceries.
If I had to do like Bill Murray and relive one day over and over and over, I sure as shootin' would hope it would be a weekend. Reliving a workday into infinity would suck ass.
Things I would do on an Infini-loop Groundhog Day: Nothing that I couldn't take with me, so Art would be a waste of time. I'd probably doodle every day to keep my skill level up, and that's about it. Rent out the movie store. Drive alot. Do things I don't normally do, like hang out in seedy bars and try to pick up cheap sluts (can't catch VD if you start the day over! Yee-gads, I think I went too far on that one...), start playing the trumpet again (actually, I don't think that one would work, cause my lip would reset every day...), um... crap... cook a bunch of different stuff maybe? Geez. I'd suck at reliving a day over and over.
Moving on.
So, all the guys in my family have mustaches. We refer to it as the Morris Mustache. Dad, Uncle Rodge, Uncle Steve, my Grandpa, my Brother Ryan. All gots the Mustache goin' on. Guess who don't sport a stache? Yep. Me. Anyway, I haven't shaved in about a week, so I've been sporting a mustache of my own for a little while. The conclusion I have come to: I look like a frickin' dingus with a mustache. Soon as the weekend hits, I'm goin' back to being aerodynamic.
In an act of questionable sanity, I decided that my couch was impeding my work. The damn thing is just too comfy, and everytime I lie down on it, I don't wanna get back up. Having no place to store it, I decided my best bet was to just upend the thing. So I did.
First thing I'm doing after I pay the utility bill on Saturday is to get some groceries.
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