Gross

This morning I got up a little early and headed over to the gym. Keith, Spence, Mike, and I worked out together and then I headed over to do a little cardio. When I got back to my apartment, Sean was still sleeping. So I woke him up to make sure that he wasn’t ‘missing’ any work. He wasn’t. He has just having a lazy morning. Then when I found out that our plumbing was backing up out of the shower drain.
Gross.

I’m not even going to describe the smell to you.

I ended up using a bathroom up on the first floor because there was $h!# water everywhere on our floor. Of course the basement was the only floor affected.

So after I headed back to the office, I poured myself some coffee and about choked. Mike had used about one and a half times the amount of coffee necessary. He felt like he needed a pick-me-up. After my second cup, I felt like I needed a scrape-me-off-the-wall…

Not coincidentally, I got a lot done this morning. I mean a lot. That was even with taking a break to eat an apple and have a bowl of cereal. I just was able to get a lot of work accomplished. I’m still WAY behind where I feel like I should be though.

I spent the afternoon working with Kevin on his project. Kevin is half lazy/half wee-todd. My afternoon was not so great because I was torn between choking him out and just kicking him off of his project and doing the whole thing myself. Kevin also has the amazing ability to completely disappear around seven at night as soon as the rest of us need something done. And here’s a funny tid-bit. Kevin looks like the mole from the book “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride”. Not the Disney version… but the pictures in the paperback.

And I finally remembered my camera today. I was able to get some pictures of the roses that grow outside of my building. Now I need to find my USB cable and down load them. I know where the cable is. It’s buried somewhere under my t-shirts and underwear in my closet. But Sean is sleeping and I don’t want to bang around to find it.

Tonight was Mongolian BBQ night. Of course, I had the chicken and a large salad. I’m not really a Mongolian BBQ kind of a guy. Though I would like to see some Mongolian guy come here and critique what WE would call a Mongolian BBQ. I remember a few years ago when I went to Macedonia and I ordered a hamburger at a restaurant and it came open-faced with a fried egg on top. I couldn’t believe it. I know that John Wayne wouldn’t eat a hamburger like that – and neither would I.