Tuesday, August 07, 2007

I quit and stuff.

I quit football last night. I don't want to talk about it.

My post from yesterday was published before I finished it and now I've forgotten where the hell I was going with what I was saying.

I still haven't ripped back to my lifeline on the Cap Shawl. I don't want to have to. It's like if I just wait long enough, when I come back to it, it will have the correct number of stitches.

I started the fronts of FIL's sweater but since I'm sure it's going to be way too big I'm not really thrilled with it and have started to avoid it.

I have nothing interesting to say.


Monday, August 06, 2007

More of the same

Tonight is my first football practice without the other coaches. I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to do. I'm seriously apprehensive and I'm thinking taking this on was one of the worst mistakes I've ever made. I've been trying to read up on drills and such but my mind wanders to other places. I wish I could find some good coaches to help me that will actually come every day. There seem to be a lot of people who want to help but they can't devote the amount of time that's needed. I'm listening to Benny Goodman and trying to calm down. I do love Benny Goodman.

Red Todd Kidd left his performance review from work out on the computer desk and I don't know if I should look at it or not. It's bugging me. I mean, he left it *right there* but at the same time it would bug me if he read my stuff without asking. Okay, I won't read it. I'll just turn it over and try not to stare so hard I get x-ray vision.

Went out and waxed philosophical about life with Lucky last night. He got fired and now feels, more acutely, the lack of direction he's been suffering. I told him to write a novel. The guy tells a fantastic story. You could ask him to tell you about the last time he did his laundry and an hour later your sides will be sore from laughing and you'll be shocked a whole hour has gone by.

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