here's why I'm guilt riddled

Saturday, mar. 15, 2008   |   0 comments

o I haven't written anything in oooh, a month. I wish I could say it's because I've been off kicking ass in some other arena of my life, curing the big "C," volunteering at the SPCA as a petter/stroker, wearing a red power suit. But no. Last weekend I went to Reno where I acted as midwife to Matt's thirtieth year, lost $200 that I couldn't afford to lose, and ordered room service for the first time. Twice. And this weekend I watched TV. All weekend. And nothing was on. I watched Galleger (lord how do you spell that...you know, the bald fella with the perennial Oliver cap and all those props). I watched america's funniest home videos , like more than once. I watched Grease, the movie, and sang along to all of the numbers. And again, I wish I could say this total waste of human life (why do you think they call it "present") was the result of some sort of chemical seesaw, that I was real, real depressed and couldn't, just couldn't be creative, that I was indigo blue. But, again, no. I was chipper, my fingers taptapping on the RC, making and eating a batch of meringues while watching mission impossible.

Pray/prey for me.