Sunday Night Blues

No, I do not want to go to work tomorrow.

I did go to a pretty decent restaurant tonight in Reno. Its called Skyline Cafe I think and I enjoyed it more than I thought. I had Grouper . . . I think that's what its called. I think its a really ugly fish, but it tasted like a pretty flower. Well, I don't know what pretty flowers taste like but it didn't taste like it was ugly before it was caught. It's owned by Vittorio. He's nice and we bonded. I told him "Somo contento que siamo amici". . . which, even if its spelled totally wrong means, "I'm so glad we are friends." That's all the Eye-talian I know. The bartender is going to be my wife someday. She doesn't know it, but the clouds parted and the angels sang as we chatted for hours. It was lovely. Ok, so there were no clouds in Vittorio's Skyline Cafe, and the only angels singing were of the Brat Pack playing on the sound system, but a guy can dream! I don't know what I'm thinkin . . . my dating life was pathetic when I lived in Reno. Can't imagine it would be much better now. Then again, maybe I could find a way to convince her to cuddle with me occasionally and we could all benefit!

I need to sleep more on the weekends. I did nap yesterday. Oh yeah . . . my mom found a house already and escrow closes at the end of the month! My life isn't over after all! Mom is moving out in mid April (so my life is only over until mid April . . . and until I convince people that I really don't live with my mom).

Have a great week Blogary and Team NRS 20. . . I'm tired before I can get it out. Anyway, hooray for missile hurling!

JMF