Thought of this in the car...

Channel-surfing at 1 a.m. and there's nothing on. I just turned off the replay of Weeds. I know I should at least being trying to sleep but for some reason I don't turn off the television. I just lay there figuring that I'll fall asleep eventually as long as I'm tired enough. I keep the phone in the bed with me sometimes. I try to keep it out, like a newborn it keeps crawling back into bed with me when I try to banish it to the nightstand.
I kept waiting for Her to call. I knew she wouldn't. I knew that wouldn't call her either. Maybe a text message. Yeah, a text message is less intrusive. There's less of an obligation to respond. I texted her this morning. She didn't respond. I knew it would too much to text her again. I wondered if she was busy or forgot about the text or just chose not to answer. Too many damn variables in this new method of communication. Too much damn guessing. Is she mad at me? What's she doing? Is she trying to figure out what to say, drop her phone in a ditch, fall in a ditch herself, is she just ignoring me.
Screw it, I said. I checked her Facebook. No status change in 15 hours. Twitter? No updates. She dropped off the social media map.
So now I'm thinking about all the reasons she could be pissed at me. Not just why she didn't answer this text message but why she probably won't respond to the next one either. Now I have to track Facebook and Twitter updates to find out what's going on. Even that thought made me feel like a stalker. Oh, what if I check her blog? Does that make me a stalker? Or I could Google her. Google knows everything.

I closed the computer. This morphing into Magnum PI was not on my agenda for the night. Back to the television. Rocky is on. Maybe I should text her again. Wait, did it just vibrate? Oh it didn't. Well I've always loved this scene in Rocky.


(see i'm trying new things in my blog... hopefully it's good)

Randomness...

The worst thing about the summer is that baseball is the only sport in season. I'll be excited for an NFL preseason game at this point, which is kind of like going to the park to watch some 40-somethings play three-second hold. .... "My foot's sleeping on the gas. No break pads. No such thing as last." ..... I was 30-plus minutes into a run and felt a small explosion in my calf. Ok I'm exaggerating but I did feel a build up and a pop. That on top of my Achilles hurting on my other leg. Now I'm walking around like a 70-year old with surgically-repaired knees. Probably going to run today anyway. ... I remember when V-necks were an experiment. Now I can wear one every day in a week. .... It's amazing what a few push-ups can do for your confidence. .... She's having the best summer ever. I'm happy and mad about that. .... I think I'm making progress this summer. Slow motion for me. .... Amare' Stoudemaire should NOT having any commercials mentioning the NY Knicks and NBA championship in the same thought. There's nothing to be said for setting yourself up for failure. Stupid. .... Everything in moderation is such a great saying. It's true in every aspect of life. .... I never thought being a good person and caring about people's feelings could be a detriment in life. That don't even make sense but it's true. .... Weezy really has a verse that starts "Oh shit motherfucker God damn/kicking bitches out the condo like Pam." That shit sounds like he's throwing a temper tantrum. .... I just wanna roll a blunt with my list of regrets. Burn it all. Burn it all. I'm starting it fresh. .... I really realized I have to thank God for the real friends in my life. I don't use them like I should but I'm grateful that there are people willing to put up with me. .... I find myself being a lot more selfish that I've ever been. And I think that's healthy for me. ....Reimbursement checks are like finding $50 in a pair of pants you haven't worn for awhile. It gives me a yearning in my loins. .... Real quick.... Darnelle Rives is well within his rights to holdout of training camp. ... Owners in all sports don't give two shits about players unless they are making them tons of money. Those players the owners call "close personal friends." ..... I hope the Giants don't suck this year. The Mets suck giants Ape testicles. .... The Knicks are still going to suck and I'm still going to watch them. ... Sometimes I want to be on Twitter but right now all my tweets will be subliminal. ..... I chose to refrain.


C