Day 2 of Hoblog's New Life:

It's late Friday. Arguably more Saturday than Friday. I spent the better part of the day re-evaluating all the things I had gone over in my head throughout the better part of the day. I'd go ahead and tell about the innerworkings of my thoughts but I think at this point that effort would be clinically futile.

For now, I'll give a description of the day as it materializes in my late night thinking. Basically, the real part of the day started around 5:00 pm when I saddled up with the workforce of SectorMediaCo. to discuss the employment opportunity that they were presenting to me. We enjoyed a few grain alcoholic beverages and pondered life as with a successful business plan.

Afterwards, I mosied home to catch a quick breather before I joined the Mooney Team (ma n pa) out for a lil late night snack at Iron Cactus. I arrived shortly before eight pm and they had just been seated. We had some tasty treats and sucked down but a few of the tasty non-frozen margaritas that they were oh-so kindly offering.

Following dinner, I found myself in a horse-drawn carriage en route the Lavaca Street area. I was amongst Bel Lae and Jimmy McCall (comment tough to choose). We arrived there and thoroughly enjoyed beverages that made the mind relax like it had a sitter for the weekend.

There was a good showing on all parties' parts, and now I find myself enlightened by some leftovers in the fridge. I'm eternally grateful that it's the weekend now. It seems as though the weekend is getting more and more involved refreshing-- at least as of late. I can't imagine how good its gonna feel when I actually accomplish something during the week.

Needless to say, its late in the evening game. I am tired. I am currently considering a lil visit to NYC in late November to visit one Shella Bella. That would mean that I take this ad sales job that I am in the middle of "noodling on."

I'm going to conclude by saying this: There is not much in my mind that is really all that worth saying. It's a bloody shame that I don't have something clever to say. Hey, that's just how the cookie crumbles.

-- Thanks, Socrates.