Hibernation.

If there’s one thing I learned during the years I spent in our 49th state, it was how to prepare for winter.

This week the sun is noticeably late for its appointed rounds, namely getting me out of bed. Even Olive, my backup alarm clock, is oversleeping. Needless to say I haven’t been getting up at 5am and going on an hour run through Bluegrass.

On the long ride home at the end of the day, the warming orb is nestled at that place on the horizon that makes your lids fall so you can soak up it’s final rays. By the time I pull up in front of the house, the thick air is cooling and completely fails to inspire me to participate in anything other than stuffing my face and going to sleep.

So, I begin to put on my winter weight, catch up on sleep, focus on the new fall line-up and what kind of puttering I can do indoors. This is also known as open spending season.

Lather and repeat.

This is funny as hell.

I’ve been tied up doing actual *WORK* of all things. Soon you can check out joewhite.org and kylebroussard.com to see what else I’ve been up to. I’ll get back to you when I get back to you.

Damn nice weekend. Rented a few movies Friday night, went to bed early. Didn’t get out of bed / jammies until late Saturday when we had to get dressed to go to Steve-o-palooza. Repeated the process Sunday.

Monday, drinks with Nick. Ok well it was ~supposed~ to be drinks with Nick, but I was feeling under the weather so it was a Sprite with Nick. Seems like only yesterday he was a junior in high school and my uncontrollable intern. Now he’s a senior at Wake Forest.

Since I have nothing else to talk about, I’ll mention how much I love my iPod. If you don’t have one, get one.

Now I have to get off my arse and build sites for John and Kyle.

I must have been born in the year of fucked up traffic. Yesterday afternoon a gas line blew up about two blocks from my house where they’re putting in a new Lowes (welcome, urban sprawl). Sadly, someone was hurt…but that isn’t really the part that torqued me. For the second time in less than 24 hours, Hwy 9 was clogged like a fat mans arteries. To save me from the impending road rage, Jam and I met at The Roasted Garlic for dinner. Great, GREAT food and as you would discern from the name, lots of items loaded with yummy garlic. Over dinner I told Jam about Gilroy, California; not far from San Jose and the Garlic Capitol of (I think) the world. This, of course, lead me to tell him about the bacon and garlic pizza at Willow Glen Wood Fired Pizza in Willow Glen (suburb of San Jose). I might have to head back to the left coast just to get a fix. Instead, I had a four cheese and garlic oblong pizza…mmmmmm.

Last night while sugar plums danced through my head, a tanker traveling south on GA400 wrapped itself around a metal post holding up an interstate directional sign. What makes it better? It was on my exit. No biggie for me b/c it’s not the route I take in the morning but a load of other folks were screwed. I take some pleasure in that.

Nothing worth writing about really except meeting Amy for drinks. Intentions of going to sleep early were thwarted by my addition to the idiot box. Last Comic Standing.

Finished moving into new office. It’s not bad, I have a window to the outside world and all the comforts of the old office. Don’t know what I’d do without my TV.

Dinner with Joe and Pope was tasty and uneventful. It was great catching up with David again. My spare tire was returned to its rightful place on my Jeep and I was home, asleep at a respectable hour.