So this morning I couldn’t find my damned keys. Don’t you hate when that happens?

I do. I had to find the spare key. It was a pain in the ass. Total delay: 20 minutes. Hopefully my keys didn’t get thrown away with the trash…hmmm…as I type, I am getting an idea of where they may be. Fuck…this is very irritating.

Yesterday I arrived home around 5:00 pm. I am now fortunate that my commute home is at most 15 minutes. This is nothing at all. Normal commutes in this sprawling city are 45 minutes to an hour. Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.

But anyhow, on my way home, I stopped at a local carniceria (butcher shop) and picked up some marinated fajitas and chicken, and some beer. Ten minutes later I made it to the house and started drinking. Maybe in a drunken stupor the keys got misplaced? I guess I drank close to a six pack…I don’t know exactly how much, since it was 2 quart bottles…2 liters of beer.

So I got home, threw in some Paul Oakenfold and cooked, while buzzing. Cooking for me is relaxing, especially when entertaining, but alas, yesterday I was solo (with the dogs).

Back to the lost keys. I think it was meant to be…perhaps the almighty is looking out for you, delaying you on purpose so that an accident be avoided, etc, etc. I made it to the office on time, so I guess in the larger scheme of things, losing my keys today was not such a big deal.

This morning I had breakfast at the house…chicken fried steak again, but this time, I microwaved it. I scarfed it down without washing it down. I arrived to the office and went straight to the water cooler. I drank a glass like nothing…like water hehe. A coworker walked in on me, and since this high quality H2O was in a Styrofoam cup, she thought I was downing coffee desperately…yup she thought I was a caffeine addict getting my fix. I later told the story and we all laughed. Pretty funny stuff.

My wife was having a crisis yesterday. The crisis is simple…she is always tired at the end of her workweek, and is not motivated to do anything around the house. This concerns her more than me, since she thinks she is letting me down. I don’t really care, although sometimes all the shit laying all over our house only feeds the confusion and sense of a home unravelled and uncontrolled. I told her that if she wants to quit, she can, she has my support. She thanks me, but realizes that the money helps. It does help, and we both know it, but she believes (and I agree) that quality of life is not being improved, rather affected negatively. Morale is low. So, in a couple of weeks, she may end it and focus on her spiritual well-being, on the home, on trying to have babies, on ressuming her english studies at the local private university, which in turn will lead to continuing dentistry studies, etc. I am fortunate to have a job that can provide for both of us, and will continue to be supportive, notwithstanding things becoming tighter. We’ll figure out a way.

So what’s new besides this…

My new office job is boring, but I can manage. Something funny happened to me with the ladies in the office. They know I am married. 2 single ladies asked me if I had kids. Why the question? On my crazy and lonely days, I misbehaved…a lady asked me the same thing…did I have kids…does the answer to this question make the potential lover be more at ease? Just curious.

What else…LOST…

Damn it, I saw it yesterday, and am getting pretty pissed off…why the anger and abuse from the others? Are the others really good people that are making all the plane people pay for misdeeds during their lives…where they herded into the plane unknowingly to then be punished in this island by these crazy fucks??? Wrongful imprisonment, I hate that shit, and yesterday was an emotional rollercoaster…then again, maybe I was drunk.

Ok y’all, I have bored you enough…later.