8 minutes in the life of a total dweeb
Here’s how I’ve spent (some of) my time this evening:
- 8:49 pm
- Going through a pile of stuff on my desk, notice a note that I jotted down in the Portland airport last Monday. It was the title and author of a book I spotted in the airport bookstore that I knew I had to read someday: Word Freak: Heartbreak, Triumph, Genius, and Obsession in the World of Competitive Scrabble Players. Wonder to myself if they have it at the Austin public library.
- 8:51 pm
- The Austin Public Library website confirms that they do indeed have the book, and it’s available at the branch a quarter-mile from my house — yes! thanks, Tim! — but the branch closes at 9 o’clock.
- 8:52 pm
- Heavy contemplation.
- 8:53 pm
- Into the car and down the street…
- 8:55 pm
- Walk into library.
- 8:55 pm and 18 seconds
- Book in hand — thanks, Melvil!
- 8:57 pm
- Through the checkout line; walking out of library to head back home.
OK, now that I have a commenting system, throngs of readers, tell me how YOU spent 8 minutes of today:
Rob | March 15th, 2004 at 11:54 pm
Mmmmmmm, sleeeeeeep… I remember sleep.
Ryland | March 14th, 2004 at 7:03 pm
March 14, 2004. Austin, TX.
10:27am: Sleeping.
10:35am: Turned over. Continued sleeping.
Boogie | March 10th, 2004 at 9:01 pm
March 10, 2004. Austin, TX.
4:02 am – Alarm on wrist watch goes off.
4:03 am Still in bed.
4:04 am Stumble down stairs toward truck.
4:05 am – Start truck to drive back to Houston.
4:07 am – Drive across the street to Krispy Kreme Donuts for coffee. Flashback – I called Krispy Kreme the night before to see if they would be serving their unique blend of hot, fresh, coffee at 4:00 am. Yes they replied. Satisfied, I hung up and we continued drinking beer. The coffee would be there for me. Like a strip-center Jesus.
4:08 am Eyes puffy, bed head, I place the order. Can I have a large, bold coffee? And two Original Glazed doughnuts, please, thank you.
4:08 and 4 seconds am
Im sorry sir. Our coffee maker is on the fritz. Can I offer you a smooth?
I blink. A what?
He hands me something cold and nearly clear to drink.
Is this water?
I pull onto the highway, still asleep.
4:10 am I am driving around, eating my doughnuts, trying to find my savior.
Rob | March 9th, 2004 at 4:44 am
Huh? Put down the crack pipe, Luscious, we love you!
Luscious Santa | March 9th, 2004 at 4:28 am
Ok, I take that back. This is way cooler. I’ll shut up now.
Luscious Santa | March 9th, 2004 at 4:28 am
What I want to know is…why isn’t your comment section as slick as Bunker’s? I can’t even read other people’s witty remarks! I demand a ful refund!