Okay, let’s sum up what’ happened in the last eight days. Trip to Houston. Successful DeLorean inspection. Saw Freddy vs. Jason. Thumbs up. Saw Freaky Friday. Thumbs up. Signed papers to close on my house. Cleaned out garage. Ran two miles. Learned I don’t need to run two miles. Beat a ticket in Philly traffic court. Rearranged my apartment. Decided 152 pounds is an ideal weight until I hire a trainer and buff up. Got into the habit of walking the dog late at night wearing sunglasses. Expanded closet space by putting junk in the attic. Concluded my dog worships me when he freaked out by being left behind at Petsmart for grooming.


I’m in a Fantasty Football league. It’s my first time. My team is called The Dregs of Humanity. Not sure what I’m expecting out of it. I hear my team sucks, but I have no clue. I do get a lot trade offers however, so I’m holding on to these dudes until at least I can see how they do next weekend. Well, okay, I’m not literally holding on to them. We’re just holding hands.


I am thisclose to renting a parking spot by my apartment. It’s a tie between the parking garage that is directly across the street from my window, and this open ghetto lot that’s over by The Iron Works, a gym within walking distance of me. Anyway, I need a spot. I’m tired of having to dig through the bowels of memory where I store my most recent parking location on a daily basis. I need to store more valuable information in there. Like, say, my new debit card PIN number. Good to know.