Friday blah

I knew that Friday was going to end up lackluster. My dreams were incredible this morning, and I semi-consciously chose to sleep in rather than get up and get in to work. I was in the car about 5 minutes into my commute and stuck behind a chucklehead moving 20 miles per hour. I didn't want to stay stuck so I passed her on the right in a shoulder turn lane. Unfortunately, I executed this maneuver in a school zone in front of Officer Friendly. At least I had the presence of mind to throw on my seat belt when I saw him whip out of his hidey hole. That kept an additional 25 dollars off a ticket that already amounted to 150. Good morning.

After that I decided to go to Starbucks to get some coffee. Fuck being late. I wanted a latte.

Work wasn't too bad. I've been working on installing and learning this enormous software based network toolset, and it's been slow going. The documentation shows you what to do for very specific scenarios, not how the whole thing works. My boss rolled up to my cube wanting to see the beast in action, and I couldn't get it to work. I found another problem I had to open a support case on to solve.

All this in the back of my mind. I was meeting up with this young lady tonight who has me more or less captivated. I left work twenty minutes early, got home, ate some grub, and hopped on the bike to go check out the First Friday Art shows in Fountain Square. The ride over there was fun. I'd shaken off the slow downs from the ticket I received this morning and zipped along 65 South at a good clip. I even had a brief chase with some dude on a sport bike.

I found a motorcycle sized parking spot (which I always love to utilize) in front of Penumbria Gallery. There were some beautiful paintings there. I've only recently started to appreciate abstract pieces, but now I prefer them. I take in the painting and see how I respond. The showcased artist was Gwyneth Sutherlin. She had several pieces I enjoyed, but the one that gripped me was called "Depth". I don't think it was her strongest painting, but it definitely had the strongest affect on me.

I walked up and down Virginia Ave checking out the galleries. I eventually came to find out that Aganippe wasn't going to make it out. So I packed it in and went out for a ride. I sent out messages to a few people seeing what's doing. Not much was the response. So I eventually went home.

Now here's where I turn my blah into something incredible, dangerous, and quite possibly addictive. I wanted a bowl of cereal when I got home, but I was out of milk, and I wanted something junkier than Raisin Bran so I rolled out to the grocery store. As I was struggling between Choco Cap'n Crunch and Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch I turned my head and saw a beautiful sight there beyond the cereal aisle on the far wall: Trader's Point Creamery Chocolate Milk. My choice was made for me. I grabbed the PB Cap'n Crunch, the chocolate milk, and some skim which I normally drink and went on home. This combination is heavenly. I initially pulled off the plastic top and took a swig from the bottle, and my world was rocked. The chocolate and cream together are so rich it's almost overpowering. To use this with cereal is enough to stop hearts. It really is decadent.

So I'm glad I'm seeing the end of this particular Friday. It's rather pleasant now.