This weekend I failed myself in a way I never thought possible. I ate a meatball sub, and after finishing it I thought “hoo boy, that was a little much.”
If this is how facing your mortality feels I will take a hard pass.
- While waiting on my meatball sub at A. Litteri I watched a small child take his hoagie and give it a warmer and more loving embrace than I have ever given a human being. For once I’m not terrified for future generations.
- I spent my Saturday afternoon reclining at the National Arboretum with a beer and a book. I probably should have taken a photo.
- I somehow unlearned how tap a keg at Atlas, or I guess I really taught myself how to not tap a keg. Either way, I twice wound up with a face-full of foam. Being soaked in beer isn’t as fun as you’d think.
- I actually looked at my bank account for the first time during funemployment and am doing much better than I thought. Turns out not eating and drinking for free are good money-savers.
By the Numbers
Sobriety: 5/10. It’s the freakin’ weekend baby I’m gonna have me some fun
Eating Healthy: 3/10. On top of that meatball sub I had chinese food and the rest of those terrible muffins.
Sanity: 5/10. No comment.
True Love: 0/10. I just didn’t feel loveable this weekend.