Yeah, so I ain’t leaving until tomorrow. See, what ha-happened was…
…what ha-happened was actually pretty tragic. As a few of you know, I went out and bought a laptop in November. It’s casually known as the Brain of Bomaniland, the control center that keeps everything operational at the house and keeps me productively entertained. Simply put, it’s my baby (more on that later). Well, I can’t turn my baby on.
Pause.
What I mean is that there is some problem with the power on the thing, and it won’t power up. So, I had to send the thing off to Dell yesterday to get some work done. But, seeing how I have a deadline tomorrow (Hi Roxanne and/or Eleanor, if you’re reading), I gotta stay here and get it done, so I’ll probably be skipping out tomorrow.
No, really. I’ve gotta clean out of my office. And, International Baba Day is fast approaching–Friday, Friday, Friday–so we need to start scheduling some festivities, dig? Bull City, Stand Up if you’ve got some ideas.
Either way, being without the lapper pointed something out that I didn’t realize. Dude, I’m a fuckin’ workaholic.
I am literally on my computer from the time I wake up–usually around 7–until I go to sleep–1 or so. Granted, much of that time is spent dallying (can you tell my new e-mail buddy lives in Iowa?), but the majority of it is spent reading, casually researching, and writing when it all starts to make sense to me. Fourteen hours on a given day really isn’t much for me.
And that just dawned on me. I must really love what I do, man. And it’s yet to stress me out totally.
So, in the name of work, I’ve gotta do one more day here. I did get to see the godson yesterday, so it’s all good with me. Hang a little more with the nephew before I get out of here, one last stop on campus, hang out with JR a little more, and more pancakes from The Beautiful.
I didn’t get a Braves game in, though. That should change, shouldn’t it?
Either way, to the grind I go. Check back later, for I think I’ve got something on Page 2 going up today.
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That BRAVES thing won’t change. They’re up here in Chi city whoppin up on them there cubs!!!
Don’t worry, you’ll be able to catch plenty of Braves games in Octob….never mind.
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Not our fault your Giants are already playing exhibition games.
Braves-Cubs-‘Stros-it really does not matter because we [St.Louis] are comming out of the NL anyway
Gotta love the CARDS!!! woo hoo!!!! Heh. The Braves….I forgive- you ARE an ATLien after all.
Another day? In a city you love? How conveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenient.
Anywho, if work is still a joy and a pleasure- you have indeed found the Golden Ticket, my friend. You are one of the few and the blessed- be happy.
Hey, the Giants’ suckitude has nothing to do with the Braves’ history of choking like Mama Cass on a sammich come October. Besides, take Sabean off my hands for a couple years and see how you do with your precious GM. Johnny Estrada my ass.
Sorry, make that WITHOUT your precious GM.
Scherholz (sp)..is the Jerry West of Major League Baseball…how else can you explain the Braves’ run of success…You know Big Ted ain’t spending money like he used to (since the Braves are now a Time-Warner company)…
But I don’t see anyone beating the Cardinals in 7 games this year….
BTW: The Astros just need to cancel their first 60 games…because that’s that point in which they start ballin’ —and eventually choke in the postseason…
P.S.: Bo, if you can find me a copy of that Purple Ribbon mixtape or the new CD, I’ll pretty much will appreciate that
I’ve been trippin’ all morning on Fred’s comments from the last post… but I did manage to teach the kids in between. Anyhow, I am SO glad to know at least one person who loves what they do. And even more convinced that I was right when I developed my work theory: you can never be happy with a life behind a desk unless the desk is at the hacienda. Gotta get me one of those “be your own boss” gigs, before the kiddies give me a coronary…