Somewhere I lost an hour

Welcome to the most laid back, boring, uneventful, poignant, mind boggling, nerve racking, stupidly funny, week to date in the 3rd quarter of my life.

For the record I did secure a job position at a local, quite low key, not-so-tacky, run of the mill steak house called Lone Star. I am officially part of the fold in their small family of servers. They've awarded me with an apron, 2 t-shirts, and a little black book in which I will one day write down the various demands of hungry southerners. Did you know there are six different ways in which to cook a steak? I kid you not.

But that was Tuesday and today is Saturday. Time has moved forward. I guess I have aged a little bit. My heart has been racing more and more. My roommates have been trying to quell my hypochondriatic fears of imminent death, but I know better. Of course I must be dieing. Honestly what else could be the cause... Stress? What an excuse!

In reality I think sitting around all day, everyday in this apartment is giving me an insane amount of anxiety. I need to go out and do something. Unfortunately this entire area is a perpetual strip mall emporium. Its an endless supply of Dollar Stores, Just-a-Bucks, Family Dollars, Bottom Dollar, etc. Its not exactly hard to get gallons of peach Tampaco or $50 worth of cap guns, but I had that back home.

And where are the people? I suppose I should ask, where are my peers? Everywhere I turn there are overweight undereducated 40-somethings or young riff raff in tight jeans and zip up hoodies, but where are the people I'm supposed to bond with? I attempted to haunt the halls of the local Barnes and Noble, but that was to no avail. It was mostly kids reading bad manga or girls giggling over Cosmopoliotan.

Hrumph.

I'm heading home for a week Tuesday. It'll be a refresher.

Brian