Since we last spoke, I left you word of an embarrassing incident in which I threw up in the middle of a trial and spent approximately a week on the couch. I'm fully recovered, but it's seemed to sap all of the energy from my very being.
To add to my malaise, my wife is in England for work for a couple weeks and has left me to my own devices. Since she's been gone, I've rented every new release from the movie store, eaten through every scrap of food in the kitchen, played countless hours of video games, cleared out the Tivo, organized my iPod, re-alphabetized my CDs, and generally driven myself (and the dog) absolutely crazy. I'm bored out of my mind.
I would post more blog entries, but that would require energy and creativity. Right now those are in short supply. I totally missed the one-year anniversary of this blog as well as the milestone five-thousandth visitor.
It's cold and rainy. I immediately change into elastic waistband sweatpants when I get home from work and stare at the TV screen until 8:30 p.m. when, I have rationalized, is the minimum appropriate time to turn in for the night. I did go to a party Saturday, but I was so melancholy I left at 11.
I need to break out of this rut ASAP. I usually don't solicit comments, but I'd appreciate any suggestions.
Until then, I'll be on my couch - shirtless - with the remote control, a jar of Jiffy and a half a loaf of Wonder Bread. I know that sounds weird, but it's all I have left.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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2 comments:
(1) Try roasting chestnuts.
(2) Purchase a vintage pink suit off of Ebay.
(3) Check out the #1 rock song on the charts right now by Apocalyptica - a Finnish group composed of . . . wait for it . . . 4 cellists and a drummer.
Why aren't you ordering pizza and porn every night? Wife gone for a couple of weeks sounds like a celebration, not a pity party. Call up a buddy your wife doesn't like you hangin with and hit the local strip club!
Nah, in alll seriousness, try hitting the gym or getting to the movies.
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