Hi, do you know me?
My name's Alkie. Let me tell you about my day.
This morning, I woke up like any other morning. Put on my pants two legs at a time. That sort of thing. Went off to work, looking forward to lunch with some asshole knowitall from this site and a drive up to the ol' casita del rio for the long weekend.
Sat down at my office and realized that only half of my monitor was working. The other half was covered in stars. Not like stickers stars or moving stars, but like a hazy colorful mass of nothingness. Then I realized it wasn't my monitor, it was the whole room. Then I realized I was having a migraine. Not to worry, I figured, I'll just take my magic red migraine pills that I keep at my office for such an occasion. I'll shotgun it with a Dr Pepper and be good as new.
20 minutes later, full of Dr Pepper and a pill the size of my thumb, I was now blind in both eyes. This isn't good. So I figure I better go home now, sleep it off, and get back in time for lunch with knowitall and then finish up work for the day to get up to the casita in time to install the DirecTV dish so I could watch the Astros at 7. Sampson was slated to pitch another fucking gem (against the Giants no less).
Go home, crawl in to bed and feel a little something extra. Run to the bathroom and resurrect that Dr Pepper, cry for a while, wretch for a while, cry for a while, wish for death, wretch, cry, wish, wretch, try to sleep, ask my wife to kill me, and finally fall asleep at noon.
So much for lunch.
At 1:30, I woke up to a blackberry full of emails. GREAT. Guess I gotta go to fucking work.
Drag my ass in, spend 3 hours on the phone talking to no one who hired us, and left.
Packed up the truck and took off. Only 1.5 hours in Houston traffic. Not bad.
Finally get up here and find out our satellite dish doesn't work. My wife's allergies are killing her. My daughter is whining because there's nothing to do here, I am enjoying the Astros via AUTOREFRESH on my BlackBerry and the SA Express-News has called (I don't make this up) four times in the hour we've been here to welcome us to the neighborhood and sell me a sunday subscription to a paper that's actually worse than the Chronicle.
Anyway...1) what's going on in the game? 2) How did my boy look? 3) Does anyone out this way have a goddamn clue how to install a DirecTV antennae? I thought I knew. Apparently, I was wrong.