Steel-toed shoes kicking me in the nuts

Bought a pair of steel-toed shoes for my trip to a power plant. I donated my old pair a year ago to an officemate since I didn't use it much anyway. Kind of a bad decision after all. The shoes I bought aren't as comfortable as my old pair (but then again, steel-toed shoes aren't meant for comfort, anyway) so hopefully I won't have to wear them as much on my 3-day stay. They're heavy, clunky and don't "breathe" at all. Stinky feet with dead toenails aren't far off, I guess.

Though it's a working trip, I don't expect to do much work. There's not much to do there, anyway. What's more concerning for me is that tight security at the plant means that I don't get to bring along my trusty laptop. So what I was hoping would be a great opportunity to write nonsense turns into something short of forced meditation time. I wonder if there's any way I could sneak out for a nice bottle of Gran Matador during my stay?

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Things are getting a little too lax at the home front. The laundry has been piling up, I haven't used the vacuum cleaner in two weeks and my sheets are 3 weeks old. It would be great to have an excuse, like I was too busy with work or the golf is taking up too much time, but nope, it's just a case of being too lazy to do anything about it. Just 10 minutes ago I saw a cockroach choking to death because of the filth in the house. Not really a good sign, is it?

Not entirely my fault, I do share the apartment with stupid little sister (not her Indian name). She's on garbage duty, or was I should say. And her room is filthier than mine, so she gets half the infamy. Wait, I did defrost the refrigerator yesterday, so that means she gets a bit more of the blame.

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I did some groceries around lunchtime today, and I came back an hour and a half later to sleepy to do anything else. I put the golf clubs in the trunk, figuring I could squeeze in some driving range action in the afternoon, but as soon as I set the groceries in the kitchen, an eerie whisper came from the bedroom, beckoning me to take a little nap. Well, that little nap turned out to be 8 solid hours of sleep, disturbed only once by the irritating sound of my mobile phone yelling at me that someone was calling. I was too tired to care.

So I woke up with a dilemma, should I just stay awake until the hour of my trip to the power plant, or get a bit more sleep? I lay down again after a bit of dinner but sleep eluded me. The soft whispering voice was no longer there, just the uncomfortable gust from the fan. Grabbed a glass and took a shot of whiskey on the rocks, I knew there was a reason I bought a bag of nuts from the grocery.

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For someone who just got unlimited internet access at home already, I find myself not really using it. I did download a couple of videos online, but before I could watch them, stupid little sister deleted them from the computer. Gee, thanks. I got my desktop back for gaming and downloading purposes, but the power cable was missing. Crap. So now it sits in the living room, taking up space, gathering dust but not really doing anything.

There was a time that I downloaded multiple episodes of television series and movies online, but I guess my laziness has extended to the internet. Evidence of this is my dwindling number of posts on this blog, as well as procrastinating on my new one that has yet to be functional. So why did I have internet installed in the first place? Oh yes, porn.