sleepy wishful thinking

If I ever make plans to rule the world it would happen on a Sunday night. For some reason, on Sunday nights, when I’m lying in bed trying to fall asleep, I get all optimistic and brainstormy and start thinking up crazy ideas. Take last night. I started thinking that if I got laid off I would take a few months off and train for a marathon. Then I started thinking why do I need to be laid off in order to train for a marathon? I could probably find the time to train for a marathon now. Why stop at a marathon? Since I already run and bike, if I also start taking swimming lessons to become a stronger swimmer I could train for a triathlon too. Yeah, that sounds all good when you’re lying in bed and your brain is about to make the transition from harsh reality world to happy dream world. Then you wake up Monday morning feeling like hell and marathons and triathlons are the last thing on your mind.

Like mother like son. Sunday I spent the whole day in my pajamas on the computer surfing, downloading porn, laying out my tube preamp, etc. The madre spent the whole day watching her Korean (Chinese dubbed) soap operas. I’m talking a whole 24-CD case worth of soap operas.

Saturday I went trail running in the afternoon. I was actually all friendly and saying “Hi” to people hiking on the trail. I even said “Thanks” to people who moved over to let me pass. On the return leg of the run I saw a snake. Mind you it was only a foot-long garter snake but I freakin jumped sideways. Now I’m not usually afraid of anything I encounter in nature (I don’t understand why most guys are afraid of spiders) but for some reason the snake unnerved me. Maybe I was more surprised than anything.

After my trail run I was sitting on the back seat with the door opened, taking off my shoes and sweaty socks. Twice, dogs came to sniff at my crotch. WTF? Was it because of my sweaty shorts? Well I like dogs and they were both friendly even though one of them was a pitbull. The owners apologized and it was amusing to watch them scold the dogs like little children, “Come on [dog name], it’s time to go home. I’m going to leave without you.” “Now [dog name] that’s not nice, leave the nice man alone.” But hey, I got to chat it up with the dog owner’s hottie daughter.