Not too much has happenned in my life in the last few days. To give you an idea how I spent my time here is a brief recap of what happenned this past weekend. Exciting stuff!
Friday 3/14/08
I woke up
Went to work
Ate Lunch
Drove home
Ate Dinner
Watched "Dan in Real Life." I thought I wouldn't like this movie, but it was good. I'l give it two floppy thumbs up!
Saturday 3/15/08
I woke up
Ate french toast for breakfast
Played Xbox
Watched TV
Played a computer game
Watched more TV
At about seven I went to the Fierkin' Festival at the Happy Gnome. It was quite fun. After the bars closed, I drove all the drunk people to a Perkins in downtown St Paul. I ordered the shrimp basket. Burk told me I was stupid for ordering the shrimp basket-- He was right. I thought I was going to throw up shortly after eating it.
I got home at around 2:30 am and went to bed
Sunday 3/16/08
I woke up really late
I didn't eat much breakfast because my stomach still hurt. I felt like I was hungover. I guess it was a fried shrimp hangover.
Honestly I don't know what I did with the afternoon… so I'll make something up
I tamed lions until five
At five thirty Jonny came over and we had our traditional Irish dinner. Just like every year, the leprecahn brought us all gifts-- I got a green water bottle. After dinner I watched the gophers hockey game with Jonny.
So I’m sitting here thinking about pie—happiness pie. I’m thinking about whether fun is an ingredient in happiness pie or a separate pie all together. My conclusion today was that fun pie just shares many of the ingredients of happiness pie and is much more affordable.
I think about pies a lot.
I’m weird…
and hungry.
I wish I could meet Tom.
Who is Tom?
Well, currently I am in the hospital. I’m not that sick—just a minor hitch along the road of life.
Tom had more than just a hitch. I am sitting in the hospital lobby listening to Tom’s wife on a cell phone call with Tom’s sibling. I can’t tell if it’s Tom’s brother or sister.
I'm really not that nosey. She was yelling so loud half the hospital could hear her.
Tom is an alcoholic.
Last Friday Tom was drinking and driving. His son and another boy were in the car. They were in an accident. The two boys died. Tom is in surgery—he may die too.
The wife lives with Tom and Tom’s mother. According to the wife, Tom’s mother babies Tom. Every day Tom’s mom makes him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Tom’s mother never makes the wife a meal. She tells her to go out and get something if she wants to eat.
Last Thursday Tom threw a gabage can at his wife in a drunken rage. After that he urinated in the bath tub.
Tom’s mom hates the wife--The wife is 52, Tom is 32. Here are a few excerpts from the cell phone conversation:
“Teach him, don’t enable him”
“Proverbs XXX-- let no man come between a husband and wife”
“Tom is a grown man, I am a grown woman.”
“If Tom lives, and he wants to be my husband, he will go to AA!”
The 52-year-old wife left the lobby.
I’m going back to playing Mario 2 on my computer.
It was a busy day at work. It seemed like everyone was on my case. I knew I had to do something.
So, I bought my domain name- www.joeycarlson.com.
Let me know what you think of it.
Your bud!
Joey
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