…then I’ll tell you a story about my week.

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It was the best of weeks, and it was the worst of weeks.

Sunday: My week started with the end of the football season, as noted here. That was a great game and a great night.  I met a friend during the game that asked me to go to The Killers show on Wednesday.  I agreed.  Some folks also poured water on my laptop, which I didn’t agree with so much.  Laptop dies, and a part of me dies with it.

Monday: Wake to find out the Laptop is still dead.  This is bad news, as I do most of my writing and video and editing and book-related stuff on my laptop.  I am sad.

Tuesday: Run around all day trying to get stuff done without a laptop.  Start messing with the laptop (I have a special power to make computers work again, it’s called “tinkering”) and low and behold, it comes back to life. This makes me very happy.  I find out I am NOT going to the Killer’s show, as my friend has a better friend, or something.

Wednesday:  Check bank account…sad again.  Get call to see if I still want to go to Killer’s show, happy again.  Go to Killers, dance my freakin’ ass off, cheer wildly, have a much better time than the person who asked me to go.  Kinda sad about that.  Still a fun show though. I thought they have the makings of some nice jam/funk band, but usually go back to pop before the jam gets really grooving.   This was probably the best song.

That little dude is a rockstar, no question about it.  And he’s the only one in the band that doesn’t look like he could play in a CCR cover-band and be totally cool with it.

Thursday:  Check bank account…really sad.  Go for a long, intense walk/dance off (I walk like those people in iPod commercials) to figure out WTF to do.  Come to a decision that involves my books, my toys and various stores that buy stuff from people who are in a jam, financially, and haven’t been able to find shit for work since the economy went to hell.  Oh, and people who took a settlement package instead of unemployment insurance, which got extended for people not like me.

Finish walking, toss a coin to decide on quiet night or friends.   Decide to go check on a friend who was nice enough to buy a book.  End up wandering around various bars in Dallas, getting comped, talking about reality with smart people (i.e. my take on it…wrote a book about it), and doing a bit of dancing.  Great day.

Oh, and I also met this guy who is like my long lost brother, but he’s white and I’m black.  Weird, huh?

I also told a couple people why I have such a good time enjoying myself…it has to do with that video I posted first.  I’ve seen too much not to know a good time, and good people, when I see them.  And I know how to dance (both metaphorically and literally).  Plus, I smile a lot because I’m so happy doing fun things with good people.

Friday:  Have a date that was postponed because of some aforementioned internment (got arrested after writing a book and showing it to the wrong people).   Plans change, Stars tickets become available, I put back on the “Wah” jersey and Obama hat (sideways) for some Hockey.  Dallas wins the game 10-2. A totally unbelievable hockey score.  I started screaming for 10 when they made it to seven.  They seemed to like the screaming.  It might be time to start testing for steroids, as the last guy I screamed at in a Dallas sporting event hit me a home run (then got traded to the Yankees).

Saturday:  Sleeping day that turned into a dancing night after a timely text message.  Got to dance my ass off, which I enjoy.  This guys drops some fun stuff. Much better than me, who dropped my debit card at the bar and left it there.  D’oh!   Regardless, a great time was had by all, one would hope….

Sunday: Sleeping day.  Looks at bank account…glad I only spent $20 this week.  Time to get back to work, or something.

Monday: Writing about it all on pirated electrons, and doing some more editing on ye olde Book…which is on sale now…

UPDATE:  I wear this black bracelt (currently with a peace sign) around my right wrist.  I do this to remind myself that no matter how bad it is for me, it’s worst for someone else (RIGHT NOW) and I should keep my whining to a minimum and my attitude pointed in the direction I want to go.

That being said, I’m glad I wasn’t in Australia this week.