Rewinding DVD’s at the local porn-store…

Two weeks ago I write something about Charlton Heston… Then I see on the TV in the bar one night this week, that he died… Sussspiiiiiciousssss! Oh well, rest in peace Mr. Heston, though I could never agree with the single-minded zeal with which you touted the NRA’s rhetoric, I did enjoy watching the Omega Man whilst under the influence of many …many Vodkas.

Moving on… Friday-gone, I drank too much, went home and missed the best part of the night …or so I’m told.

Saturday I rose just in time to get an eye-full of the Early-bird’s ass as he flew off to work. I had been volunteered by my sister, to do the majority of the cooking at a brunch for our Dad’s birthday. It all went well, as far as large gatherings of family go, and after I had finished the last of about 16 omelettes, I was ready for a beer and a smoke. No-one got even the faintest inkling of an upset stomach… So I was happy.

Later in the day, I built this for a friend, James, who works with Wayne:

It’s a drafting table I cobbled-together out of an old printer stand, a door, some scrap ply-wood, and a sheet of white Formica. Turned out pretty damn good in my never-humble opinion… Wayne liked it… In fact, he liked it so much, he took it to use in his office instead… Guess I’ll have to make another one.

Sunday was a day of veg. So I veg’d all day at Wayne’s apartment, watching absolute crap on TV… Except for “American Gangster”, that was pretty good, so we did a bunch of ‘research’ on the World Wide Infoweb, and came to the conclusion that Denzel’s character, Frank Lucas is living here in the Cayman Islands, and we might have had a drink with him last week without knowing who the hell he was…

This week I’ve been doing my regular work, plus helping James out with his plumbing business, and putting together some necessary paperwork for starting up a company with Cuñado [Chiquita's sister's husband.] I also had an appointment with my dental hygienist for a cleaning, licensed the car, assembled a bench for my Mom, cleaned all my fishtanks, solved the meaning of life, and did a pile of other odd-jobs I’ve been meaning to do.
You may be wondering how I have so much time on my hands? Well, yes, I’ve been residing in the dog-house for some considerable time now. Nearly two weeks… I had a discussion with Chiquita that began with me voicing my frustration at constantly being accused of cheating on her, regularly being provoked into arguments, usually being physically attacked, and consequently being bad-mouthed to all her “friends”… During that particular discussion, she accused me of cheating on her, provoked me into an argument, tried to physically attack me, and then bad-mouthed me to all her friends… I gave up, went out for a drink and haven’t spoken to her since.

So my back has been kind of hurting lately, and I would really like to go see my masseuse. Unfortunately for me, the day I felt I could put-it-off no longer… I grew a huge pulsating back-zit…
Now, I never read the book of etiquette on going to a masseuse to get a back-rub, but I’m quite sure that “waiting until your back is zit-free” might be somewhere in chapter one… So I shall have to wait a few more days.

Today I feel about as useful as a Seeing-eye-dog with cataracts. I was supposed to be doing some important stuff from early this morning, but instead, I’ve been sat here in front of my little, old laptop, hunting-and-pecking away at this post. So I’m done for now, hope everyone else is doing fine… Give my love to the wife & kids.