What a long, strange week it has been. I am comforted to see that Gekko has been updated semi-regularly in my absence. I am not going to make any comments regarding Bret’s updating job…I do not want to spend the next twenty minutes delineating everything he did incorrectly (mainly the “We Love You Bret” caption on the cam. That is quite the opposite of the truth around here. No one I know even likes him, let alone loves him). At any rate, I digress.
Starting this Sunday and ending yesterday, I was house-sitting for my brother. Included in the house-sitting was watching my brother’s two Yorkshire terriers, Marley and Maggie. For those who do not know what a Yorkie looks like, be sure to visit AKC for a general overview of the dog. Once you see the picture, you can only imagine what 72 consecutive hours with two of those things would be like. Although these two dogs do not look like the one pictured, they are probably just as big a handful. If making sure they relieve themselves in the correct area in their hours awake were not enough, sleeping with these dogs is a real exercise for one’s patience. These dogs have been raised sleeping with their owners; as such, they are content to sleep with their owners’ proxy in their absence. I am going to be completely honest here: I hate sleeping with other non-female human creatures. I need my space, and these dogs have no consideration for my long, bird-like appendages. I would lying if I said there were not several occasions where I wanted to forcefully eject them from my bed. That being said, I have not slept well at all for the past week or so. I am so tired and worn from the ennui of day-to-day life.
If my bout with house-sitting and the responsibilities contained therein were not enough to suck the life out of me, today I felt compelled to go to a double-header at the Ted. Baseball is fun in small portions, but 18 innings is an awful lot of baseball to endure in a single sitting. Sure, drinking beer helps pass the time, but there is only so much beer you can stomach before a revolt occurs within your body. Although there were no violent eruptions on my part, I was certainly content to cease my evening of drinking after a handful of 22’s at the game.
Well, it is no longer 5.8.03, but a day later. I suppose I should wrap this entry in Nothing in General up before I start rapping about my girl problems (I like girl-girl and girl-girl tolerates me- not quite a recipe for an enduring relationship) or my new-found love of 60’s psychadelia music. Well, cats and kittens, don’t let the bed bugs bite. Gekko Kid out.