April 14: Skip Divided

Before I get started. The title of today’s post has no meaning or purpose whatsoever. I sat at my laptop trying to figure out what to put after ‘April 14:’ and nothing was coming to me. So I just named it after the song that was playing on my iTunes at the time. The song itself is off of Thom Yorke’s solo album, The Eraser. The record came out last July, while I was in Bristol, Connecticut for the summer interning at ESPN. They say smell is the strongest sense tied to memory, but for whatever reason this album takes me back to Connecticut like no other. I have listened to it a ton since then, but when I hit play just minutes ago I felt like I was driving between the Bristol campus and our Residence Inn Marriott. Between that and the ominous tone of the album itself, it makes for a pretty eerie feeling.

I have already run into a problem with this blog, which was somewhat apparent in the two posts this week that did not go up until after midnight (gotta love the ‘Edit timestamp’ feature). Usually my days end the same day the next day begins. I’ll give you a minute to chew on that one…

What I’m trying to say is that I generally go to bed after midnight (I go to bed the same day I wake up, I think that’s a bit clearer). Thus, the most exciting portion of my day might not happen until, well, the next day (sort of). That could have been the case yesterday. I was tempted to put off posting because I knew I was going to a bar later that night that would likely make for some interesting pictures. To resist temptation I decided not to bring my camera at all last night.

But technically my day began at The Ottobar in Baltimore, for their annual Prince vs. Madonna vs. Michael Jackson Dance Party.

I went home. Watched an episode of Extras. Slept. Woke up. Saw Towson’s Lacrosse team crap away an 8-6 lead in the final :57 of play, and lost in overtime. Went back to the University Club for more Burgers and Billiards (I skipped on the Beer, and settled for a New York Strip…and I still suck at pool). And then fulfilled the promise I had made to myself (because it’s a lot easier to break promises made to a dog) to take my dog Rusty out on Burdick Field on the Towson campus. He’s got more useless energy than Jim Cramer, and I decided to try and wear him out a little bit. I had a nice, peaceful picture of him I was going to use but the above shot, while a little terribly out of focus, is a far more accurate representation.

Anyways, I need to go pay some bills. Literally. Sort of. Taxes are due tomorrow and while I am under the belief that I could neglect to do them without any repercussions, it’s probably not the smartest idea to test the IRS. Plus, I apparently have a ’70s themed party to attend tonight. Something tells me a picture taken (after midnight, of course) will end up on tomorrow’s post.

Before I get going. Shot out to a close friend, and UNC Running Back, Justin Warren. Yesterday was his birthday. Today he scored two touchdowns and led the Heels in rushing in their Spring Game. Start him Butchie!