State Of The Blog Address...

Lousy. Cloudy with a chance of a shower of dead puppies. Blahgh. Fuck pj's, I've hardly the strength to get dressed.

The wife packed up the kids and left for the mountains last Sunday. For a month. Don't ask why, it was nothing marital. One of her friends has a 5th wheel and 160 acres and my little family is going to have a time. Farm dogs, farm cats, oodles of kids their own age to play with, all of them home-schooled, polite little angels, to hear her tell me over the phone today. Farm fresh eggs and milk and meat, no city traffic or noise. Heaven...

And here I sit, all broken hearted, paid a nickle to shit and only farted. The whole house to myself. For a month. I'm already so bored I may buy a pet. A nice tarantula, or a hissing cockroach. I can poke him with a pencil and pretend we are having a conversation. "Hush now, CSI NYC is coming on now, stop all that hissing!"

CSI NYC sucked big donkey dicks. I like Gary Sinise, but he is as out of place there as a turd in a punch bowl. And his annoyingly feminist female side-person is there strictly as eye candy. Spinoffs rarely do well, Angel being the happy exception, RIP. I love CSI with a passion, but Miami and NYC are just boring, exploitive trash.

Okay, I look around, and I'm still alone. Normally, this would be Nirvana, but I like having a kid burst in on me for no reason and give me a hug. I like having the wife come in and rub my neck just because. Don't get me wrong, I still hate people, but the ones that have security clearance to get through my force field leave a big gap when they're gone. I have successfully avoided several social invites. Just because I miss some people, don't mean I miss all people. They always seem so shocked when I say no thank you.

I did go see Sky Captain with my daughter and her breeder, but they're family, so that don't count. I have eaten one small waffle today, and that made me gag. I had some tuna on Waverlys yesterday. Maybe I should take a multi-vitamin so my teeth don't fall out. I think I may be pining. Is this what it looks like?

All the things I have to do and I can't bear to do them. And I'm not really even depressed, is what's weird. Maybe she'll find us a place up there and me a job and we can move. Put a crimp in my blogging, I hear it's pretty primitive up there.

Oh well...