‘I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream’ A mix tape by Brad Kesler

Saturday night, I finally slept like Abraham Lincoln. As Abe keeps on sleeping, I awoke after 11 hours. When I woke up, my back was as stiff as morning wood. It was all I could do to bend down and lift the toilet seat and lid for the day’s first squirt. Whenever I sleep for a long period of time, my back gets all messed up.

Is it my mattress? Or, is it old age creeping up on me?

I’m guessing that it’s a little of both.

I’ve got a few movies from Netflix waiting on me. I’ve got National Treasure, ECW Bloodsport(disc 1), and Wolf Creek patiently sitting on my entertainment center. I managed to watch a little of the ECW DVD before hitting the sack Saturday night. There’s nothing like a little dramatized bloodshed before a period of dormancy.

Again, the title of each of my blog entries is what I’m listening to for the day. “Answering Machine” by The Replacements just came on. Every time that I hear that song, I fall more in love with it. For some reason, I just thought that I would throw that out there.

Saturday afternoon before going to work, I dropped by the Gate Station and filled my gas tank and grab a Black Cherry Vanilla Coke. I walked up to the counter and said, “This and pump five.” As I thumbed throw my cards, I couldn’t find one in particular… My check card was missing. A small wave of panic crossed over me and went away as I noticed my credit card.

I paid for the item and fuel, walked back to my truck thinking about where the thing could be. Immediately, the Left Field Tavern came to mind. After all, that was the last place where I used it. I don’t have their number programmed in my cell phone so I gave Mary Giddings a call to find out the number. As luck would have it, she was at the LFT and quickly found my card.

Whew! Crisis averted.

I honestly don’t remember getting it back when I was there Friday night. But, the thing that bothers me… Why didn’t I notice that?

I normally watch the damn thing like a penniless drunk watches folks leave the ABC Store with bagged bottles in hand. So, what was different about this time?

Well, that’s about all that I have to write about. Again, another short update. But, for some reason, the shortest updates bring the most comments. How strange is that?