What a Weekend - Part Two(Sunday)

I'm trying to remember what happened that Sunday. It was like three weekends ago. God, I have an awful memory. At the time, it was really exciting, but I guess other things happen in my life, and those new things are written over the old.

Oh, right, my jacket was all linty, and I had spent all of Saturday in a drunken haze, bothering nice people about some un-invented invention called a lint mop. No idea what the fuck that was all about. I was really hung over on Sunday. I remember waking up and being like, "God, my mouth tastes like a mule's ass." I had some tea and english muffins. A Centrum. "From A to motherfuckin Zinc," as Shitface always said, before he went generic. Then i brought my jacket to the dry cleaners, which seemed like the logical thing to do. The dude behind the counter was kinda grossed out, though, what with all the lint and other unmentionable stains, but it seems like thats his goddamn job. He is supposed to take dirty clothes and make them clean, why sneer at an article of clothing in front of the customer? That kinda pissed me off, so I took another Centrum.

The rest of the day was wasted. I tried to work on my robot a little bit more, but there was still something wrong with the wiring, as the lightbulb eyes refused to light up. I haven't gone back to it since. It's just so frustrating, it makes me tired. I think I played some Tetris DS after that. It's surprising how arousing it is to fit the straight piece into a slot and score a four-line tetris. Setting up some space in the middle of the board, sometimes just slowly settling the piece in, other times a hard and violent drop. God, it's beautiful. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the night with my bedroom door shut.

Now I remember! What made the day special was the epiphany I had while playing Tetris. I'll try to set the scene: I'm on my bed, fully clothed but wishing I wasn't, in video game ecstacy, hormones pumping through my blood. Suddenly, it dawned on me: All I needed was a girl. It was so simple, just a girl, to be my physical companion as my brain and thumbs worked away. She wouldn't have to do much, just sit there and cheer my on, and perform oral sex. I called it "Nintendome." It is now on my list of things to do after I learn to publicly refrain from being a nerd and before I become impotent.

After that breakthrough, I spent an hour or so organizing the phone numbers I'd picked up over the last few weeks, sorting them into piles dubbed "Probably Won't Call" and "Won't Call." Then I watched the Sopranos. What a weekend, right?