This Long Weekend

I scrapped the ClinTicker for the last week since, quite frankly, not a whole heckuva lot has happened in the personal realm.

Sure, work has been a touch frantic. Due to a certain hurricane named John and its direct course right into my company's main locale of business, the shit has been rapidly piling up, quite ready to hit the proverbial fan. Since you can't negoiate with Mother Nature, we've been left to quelling undue panic and working the damage control. Oh yes, and re-doubling our efforts to get our other venture rolling in another part of the world. There's something to be said about that cliche about having all one's egg in the same basket.

So the Labor Day Weekend struck and I jumped on the opportunity to game like a madman; I've been dicking around with the timeless Neverwinter Nights and recently fired up the gloriously mindless shooter, Painkiller. The boys dropped in Friday night to record a banging mix on my mega system. I quite enjoy hosting these spin sessions; my guests bring the booze, everyone gets nice and sauced and the good tunes get cranked out all night.

Back in May I was boasting to a few people that I would do the Grousse Grind once every weekend for the entire summer. I sure hate it when my mouth signs cheques that my ass can't cash. At least I finally got my butt up onto that rocky Stairmaster this morning. L. and I tackled the Grind in exactly 2 hours... a rather pathetic time but to completely absolve myself of any shame, L. required many breaks on the way up and I didn't want to leave her behind. L. is the cute, innocent girl from the cafe that I asked out maybe a week after getting back from vacation. Today's Grind was our 3rd date and I am still waffling about her. She is obviously a very sweet, very perky young lady but it's almost like I want her to have more of an edge. At times I feel like I'm her big brother or something, instead of a guy she's dating. We are getting along fine so far but I'm not finding a lot of common ground.

This is classic me over-thinking everything to do with girls. Still, that spark hasn't been lit up yet with L.. What does it say when I'm out with her and I catch myself scoping out other girls? For one, it may mean that I'm a superficial prick. But there's something deeper going on too. Baahh... I shall give it some more time.

Is it just me, or my posts getting more and more asinine?