Grant Dobbe

good morning, world. my room’s trashed, i just woke up after ten (10!) hours of sleep, and all things considered, life ain’t half bad right now. i’ve got a few things on my plate for the day (such as some laundry and going to burnsville to obtain new shoes for myself) but other than that, the day is mine to do with as i please.

last night was the 5-year anniversary of badbrain computers. we ordered pizza, ate said pizza, and then proceeded to the bar to get drunk. fun was had by all. the “line of the night” award goes to ari for this little exchange:

rob: what are you drinking.
ari: a manhattan project.
rob: what’s that?
ari: it’s like a long island iced tea, only with a shot of radon.

the drink was later rechristened a three mile island iced tea. personally, i had a gin and tonic, a vodka martini, and an irish coffee. good times.

ok. i need to go pick up the filth that surrounds me and then make up the run i skipped yesterday morning. carry on.

the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

yeah, i know. i’m lame. i’m really lame. sue me.

i’m sitting at home, browsing sg on a craptastic DSL connection while half paying attention to the daily show. i’ve got a nasty head cold/sinus headache and i’m kinda nauseous. what better a time than now to wax philosophical about my life?

lately, i’ve felt… stagnant. very much like i graduated and then got stuck. my love life is going nowhere (though right now, it’s not bothering me a whole lot), i haven’t really had a lot of chances to get settled down, and my exercise program has been shot to hell. work is going well, but sometimes i have my doubts about getting paid.

i think what i really need is some time off. i need to sit down, get my shit together, put stuff away, and figure out what i want to do with the next year of my life. once i finally get everything migrated off of the main server at work, i may very well just take two or three days off (nobody tell my mother — i won’t take that time to go home. my problems are here, not 250 miles away in rosholt).

beyond that, life’s pretty much normal. carry on.