Up All Night- The Growing Prysocks

Well here I am again, a temporary bachelor for over two weeks this time. Unfortunately, this round didn't start off very good at all. Be warned, this post is somewhat long.

I'm inclined to think that sometimes God allows everything to go wrong at once, on the same day. Perhaps this is an act of grace, to get unfortunate events out of the way so that later days can remain untainted. Today's problem started weeks ago when I failed to take an important step in preparing for Steph's trip. Her departure was this morning around noonish. I approved of this time when she bought the tickets because typically I have a flexible work schedule on Monday mornings. Typically. Well, since the tickets were bought, I received a new case and wouldn't you know it! This particular client had a court hearing on the very day and time I should be sending my wife through security. I should have asked for the morning off so that I wouldn't have to go to court, but I clearly neglected to think that far ahead. So because of my epic failure, I had to drop her off about five hours early so that I could get to court on time. It also meant we had to wake up at 6am instead of getting up around 9 and having a leisurely morning.

Leading up to today, I was not happy about the whole mess and I was still mad at myself for the blatant oversight. I woke up grumpy about it because I knew that waking up early and having to leave my wife all too early was going to make the whole day suck. I was pretty much right, and you're probably correct to blame my negative attitude. I dropped off Steph and realized that I didn't have time to drive back to the office and then take the metro to the courthouse. (Driving straight to the courthouse and trying to park there is an unnecessary hassle.) Instead, I chose to leave my car at the airport and take the metro straight from the airport to the courthouse. (Note: parking at my office is free, keeping my car parked at the airport is not.) So I walk out of the metro by the courthouse, check the time, and the first thing I think is, "I had enough time to drive to the office first." Of course I did.

I get to where I'm supposed to be in the courthouse and the place is practically dead. Granted, I was about 15 min. early, but I don't think the judges were even there yet. I was under the impression that the family, the probation officer, and other professionals should be there early, at least before the lowly family counselor. But no, I'm there early, by myself, and away from my wife. Others eventually showed and we finally went into the courtroom to have the hearing. The whole thing was really just a formal way of saying, "Hey, the kid won't come home and he's not even here today. This paper needs to be signed so that the proper officials can pick him up and make him come to court....and we can't really do anything else until then. So........that's all. Later!" Ok so that's not exactly what the judge said, but it's a fairly accurate paraphrase. It wasn't exactly the greatest use of my time, in my opinion, but whatever, it's my job. And it's my fault for not planning to take the morning off.

After that whole mess, I head back to the office (I had to pay $16 for parking, when I otherwise could have gotten out of there for about $4) and call my client scheduled for later in the day. This is a case that's been doing well. Come to find out, the case is no longer doing well and there's been theft and running away. AWESOME. That's now two cases in bad shape- and it's not even noon! "Welcome back from the weekend David!!!" I try to get some work done at the office, but then I decide that doing work there is lame, so I go home to let the dog out and try to relax. I then go to see the client whom I called earlier and it did not go well, to say the least.

So what does one do when one has an awful day and desperately misses his wife? First, get sweet tea! This time with much less drama. Next, you try to make the best of a bad day/situation. "How?" you ask? Well the answer is quite obvious: rearrange the loft.

Our loft typically looks like this:

Optimized for couples entertainment

How cozy

This is how the loft is currently laid out:

Optimized for AWESOME!!

This set up follows the 2ft/7ft rule.

This is what happens when David discovers that the computer cart is indeed on rollers. The idea came to me because Steph and I decided to try to chat online while keeping up with tv throughout the weeks as a way to keep in touch. And I thought, "Why not video chat?!??" And so I moved the iMac to where I can type, watch tv, and be seen by the camera all at once. As the caption states, this setup follows thing important 2ft/7ft rule of bachelorhood. This rule applies to all male college freshman. It was, in fact, written by them. (If you were to Google this rule, I have no idea what you would find since I just now made this up.) This rule means that all necessary electronic devices (or their controls), as well as access to food, is no more than two feet away. Additionally, the closest bathroom is no more than 7ft away. If we didn't have that loft bathroom, there'd be big problems and a lot more rearranging. A crazier blogger might try to set up a live feed of this situation, given how convenient it is. Well I'm not that crazy and a live feed of me sitting here watching tv and playing games would just be awkward. I will, however, provide a few sample photos (courtesty of Photo Booth) of what I am likely doing in this chair at any given moment:

Chillin' with Beesly, watchin tv.

Sippin' mah sweet tea.

Pwning n00bz in Halo!! (Likely)

Getting my butt whooped in Halo. (More likely)

I appreciate your endurance getting this far. I will end by stating my plans for this grueling 17-day period of bachelordom. I have a sizeable list of topics to cover, in addition to daily things that may come up. (In fact, since the last round, there have been many things that have come up where I thought, "I'm totally blogging about this!" Is that sad? We'll see.) That said, this time I am open to requests. If there is a movie/tv show/artist (that I have access to) that deserves a review, I would be glad to offer my humble (and let's face it, hilarious) opinion. Or if something found on the internet needs ridicule, commentary, or copious amounts of sarcasm, I will attempt to give it my best shot. I've already stuck it to the honey badger! (Well actually, the victims of the honey badger.)

This long post is now concluded.

Song for the day: Anything angsty and angry by Linkin Park (almost all their songs, right?). That was the only thing I listened to in transit this morning and it fit my mood perfectly.