Tuesday, January 18, 2005

The Great Wall

So here I am pounding away a bunch of nonsense on this damn keyboard again, drinking beer out of a bottle and eating candy canes even though it's mid January.

I really don't have anything original to say to be honest with you. I just got back from a 10 day vacation and I really don't have much for you in the way of stories. I used to be able to write up these wordy comic masterpieces about my adventures to such and such a place, but slowly as I grow more old and boring all I can say is that I had a good time, a great time, it was pleasant, it was enjoyable and fuckin' A my company was paying me the whole time I was there. Which was great and all until I came back last Monday to find a stack of work piled on my desk resembling the Great Wall of China. Motherfucker.

I've been mentally and physically exhausted the last couple weeks with various bullshit, but mostly because of the Great Wall. It's an unfortunate situation and I feel confident that you probably are crying for me or possibly playing a small violin somewhere off in the distance.

But alas, not even a well composed tune on a fiddle, can make up for how pathetic I have gotten.

Last Friday my cell phone kept ringing with "Dude you gotta come to this party," Dude you gotta come to that party." and I was like, "Dude, yeah I'll totally be there, sweet, you can count on me, I'll be there and maybe I might even make a few witty comments while drinking various beverages containing alcohol. But no. didn't happen. I lied. I told the opposite of the truth. What happened? I fell asleep on the couch at 8pm halfway through Joe vs. the Volcano; a fun-filled, good spirited, romantic comedy starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan . This is sad and pathetic on so many levels I just don't know where to start. So I won't.