over the weekend i looked down from my balcony to see a guy, who was on break from working at the jeep dealership behind our place, sitting in the alley drinking a beer on his break. and this was at 1pm, mind you. i’m not sure if that guy is awesome or if i feel bad for him.

i got blisters on two of my toes from the hot sand at the beach yesterday. what the hell, it’s SAND. you’re not supposed to be able to literally burn your feet from walking on the ground. that’s messed up, right? if i didn’t enjoy the beach so much i might be mad, but i know it only hurts me because it loves me.

and i just found out today that i have a meeting at 6pm wednesday in vegas, which means i also have a paid-for hotel room in vegas wednesday night, and paid-for airfare to and from. that means no expenses to cover and any gambling gains are instant profit! danger, bank account, danger!

i wish i could say i’m going to go home and do constructive things tonight, or even just cultural things like watch the oscar-award-winning film ray from netflix, but i know full well all i really want to do is play video games and drink root beer.