slacking, brian. have you no thoughts, no ideas, no stories to tell?

well, let’s see. my very slow february suddenly became a fairly busy march at work, and it was like opening floodgates. i even worked yesterday for six of my normally lazy sunday hours, neglecting my customary call home to the parents (sorry, mom) and my hypothetical gym schedule (sorry, gut). we did squeeze in a birthday lunch with jessica’s mom before i reported for duty though, and her cumpleanos seemed more feliz for our being there. we also had dinner with gino and sarah and planned our may new york trip, which is becoming more real and therefore more exciting by the day.

what have i failed to report over the last couple weeks? well, my sister is an amazing singer now that she’s close to finishing college, chicago was nice but damn cold even in march, and i am no longer allowed to order chocolate milkshakes on pat’s behalf from the wiener’s circle. apparently i am bad at being the butt of a joke.

saw an excellent mountain goats show, finished a few books, and am starting to play some online poker in an attempt to teach myself not to suck as badly. those lessons are coming slowly and with their share of frustration and lost dollars. but i am confident that if i can just lose enough times in a short period of time, i might learn to fold when i’m goddamned supposed to.

the most dramatic update: i got a new pair of glasses which should come this week. they will replace my old ones which were generic looking and had cracked lenses of a weak prescription. i’m anxious for the sleeker, sexier version of nerdiness that will cement my cute bookish hipster profile. ‘why yes, i do enjoy the occasional mcsweeney’s publication, would you like to make out with me?’ jessica will be sure to put down her newsweek, helpless with geek lust, and pounce all over me without even turning off the flight of the conchords episode playing in the background. can’t wait!