Bento Box

Changed the theme like the season is changing to…fall. Change is good, but not much to report back on sir- same ol’ same ol’ hit the gym hard, feel sick and shitty for a week, rinse repeat until work becomes too busy. I need a temp to work for me- I’m going to go nuts if I keep up this pace. Like a Rat, not the goo-kind but the run-in-a-cage-till-something-must-change. In a endless series of ruts that only small material purchases can elicit my excitement; and the occassional large purchase (tires?? no, a house.) Nervous anxious and way in over my head – can one survive on ramen and omelettes? Perchance my bro will take care of my dinner meals and I will take care of cleaning his home: Mr. Maid, music while vacuuming but not in drag ala doubtfire. I become more hypochrondriacish with each day- the dry air saps moisture from me so I bought a humidifier ($150!!, excitement! reviews! that’s it?…apathy…) I’ll make sure I stay moister than my palms during CS – kick it up a notch and have moisture dripping off the ceiling into my open mouth while I snore. Tasty.