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12.21.03 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Don't Harsh My Mellow Today I should not be left to my own devices for long stretches of time. What began as a secret-thrill-ride regarding the remote control (none of the shows recorded during that initial weekend of remote-control-watching have actually been viewed, mind you) and a personal journey towards either God or Extreme Atheism (but more realistically, an examination of the philosophies espoused during second-rate-television-shows-with-an-agenda supplemented by occasional readings of Pascal's Pensees while in the bathroom) resulted in more than two months of a complete and thorough hedonistic over-dose of nearly ever single one of my senses. (That was one serious run-on sentence that I'm not intending to fix.) I find myself getting into copious amounts of trouble. Not trouble with the law, mind you, rather the kind of trouble that involves over-socializing, staying up past a reasonable bedtime when one has a day job, and generally having way too excellent of a time. The plus side of all of this is that I've been successful in completely blocking out and not at all stressing about those pesky real-life issues that threatened to harsh my mellow before Hula left. They include but are not limited to, the decision regarding Baby Fred, my potential unemployment, the impending cessation of Hula's unemployment checks, the possible loss of my chick-flick-viewing friend, tremendous debt, and other shit I don't generally talk about here. This has also been a time that requires I immediately locate a nutritional supplement that comes in a pill form--one that provides a day's supply of vitamins and minerals sans calories so that I may subsist on beer and cookies for the next two weeks. Because that's what the holidays are about, right? Inebriation and trans fats? (If that is not what holidays are about, please don't clue me in on that until the end of my planned hangover on Jan 2nd. Thanks in advance.) Some of you have been wondering what's become of me during the last couple of months and I appreciate it. You really are too good to me and I don't deserve you--I know this to be a real fact. (This rambling, nonsensical and contentless entry is evidence of that--you deserve better.) So . . . Hula will, in all likelihood, leave Chicago tomorrow morning for the long trek home, but I won't know for certain until later this evening. Nothing like keeping a girl waiting until the last minute, pal. My intent at this time is to begin updating again with regularity. But we'll see how that goes. I'm nothing if not vague and commitmentless. Oh! Don't let me forget to send a special thank you to the spicy eggnog yummy nutmeg Christmas coffee sender...I owe you my sweet sweet caffeine buzz!
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