Just One of Those Days

image

I need a drink.

I don’t usually say that but it’s just been one of those days.  And, I guess I have been slacking a bit on the ‘beer’ part of “Books, Beer and Bigfoot”, right?  So it’s about time.

Now I’m usually a positive person.  An optimist even.  Someone who sees life as wonderful and not dependent on the things that are happening at the moment.  At least I think so.  And if you disagree, feel free to write me a comment and I’ll feel free to completely ignore it.  Happily.  And with a smile on my face.

But some days….  They just make you regret all the choices that you made throughout the day (like waking up, getting out of bed, leaving the house, etc.).  Days that could have been spent on the couch eating Cookie Crisp out of the box and playing PlayStation and avoiding things like adult responsibility, appointments and the world as a whole and it could have felt way more positive and productive.  So it’s a day when it’s just mandatory to stop at a certain store on the way home.

Now, since I moved across country to Fayette County, the “right” choices aren’t exactly available.  My beer of choice isn’t sold in the area.  Heck, the guy at the counter has never even heard of it.  And that’s one of the signs that you’re not in Kansas any more, so to speak.  So that definitely contributes to making you feel a bit more out of place on a rough day.  But you deal with it and take what you can get.

What I purchased would go well in front of a campfire, but it’s too hot and humid out there and the gnats keep flying up my nose every time that I go outside.  Yeah, you know it’s been one of those days when even the gnats are conspiring against you with their suicidal runs up each of your nostrils.  Sheesh.

Can you tell that I just want to complain?  It’s one of those days when I’m tempted to write and rip on Wendy Bell’s lawsuit (it’s a Pittsburgh area thing if you’re curious) or politics or LeBron James or Just anything that will get my heart racing and my sarcasm flowing.  But it’s just a day.  That’s all.  After a little complaining the beer will be nice and cold, the sun will be down, Bigfoot will be roaming up in the hills and all will be right with the world again.  Or at least enough of it for another day…

Please follow and like us:

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *