100 Million Days In Fear And Loathing

Can I get a 'woo woo?!'

Well my weekend was pretty much uninterrupted escapism at its finest and gosh darnit I wouldn't have had it any other way.Running away for a few days does wonders for the mind. Going home for the weekend and being put to work does wonders for the ol' bod. Pulling carpet staples isn't exactly hard work, but it does get pretty repetitive. Doing it while watching the top 40 Hair Bands on VH1 means it was entertaining work.

In other news...
I don't know what the hell happened. It's like all the sudden I was bombarded with discomfort. That squirmy non-eye contact/evasive type of utter discomfort that leaves you whimpering for mommy (or a stiff drink) when it's finally over. Good god I just don't understand how the minds of others work. How could I when I have a tough enough time figuring out my own equipment.I'm not saying I never tried. But when I say 'tried' I mean that I made an attempt that failed miserably and left me throwing up my hands in disgusted defeat. Sometimes you just don't wanna go there. Other times you don't have a choice...which brings me back to the above-mentioned discomfort.

Other than that I guess I could say I am in acceptable spirits. Drinking some raspberry kool-aid, eating pretzels. I have the ambition to do my laundry soon and possibly the dishes, but before I get to those menial tasks I have one more thing to accomplish...

I am going to heave my biggest sigh of relief.
It is a deserved sigh and a deserved relief.
Aaaaaaaahhhhh....