My lunch came up 6.66 and I had to grin.
My alternative loan came up 0.00 and I had to frown.
This morning, I lost my sense of humor. I always knew it was a pretty good defense mechanism for me – to cope against the nasty things and the banal things in the world…but I never realized, how much it shielded me…until I felt all that bad stuff rain down, unprotected and naked. It was pretty bleak. I felt like Don Quixote at the end of The Man of La Mancha – laying, feeble in bed, with all his illusions gone.
I have it back now. Bullet proof vest. Shields up. Wear your rubbers. Wear a rubber. All systems go. I’m chasing windmills again.
And I don’t know what it is lately…if in my sleep, I do circus tricks on my bed and stand on my head for hours, followed by displays of back flips and body contortions…but my neck HURTS. I just want someone to rub my neck and whisper that everything will be all right…or maybe just hum the Mario Brothers or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles themes in my ear…that’d help too.
This isn’t a complaint post, just an update. At the end of the day (and my life happens at the end of the day) I’m writing a hip, epic poem – I walked onto this school’s stage for the first time and snagged the lead role (one I always wanted to play) – and I have long hair that induces numerous hot girls to play with it.
I can’t complain too much.
You know what you shouldn’t feel good about? Getting 94.7 the Zone turned into an oldies station!
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Did you hear about that? I went to turn on 94.7 the other week and it was all the sudden “Chicago’s EXTREME Oldies Station” with no warning. It turns out that they were beating Q101 ratings for most of the day, but getting whooped by Mancow so badly in the mornings that it forced them to change their format.
Oh cripes! I change my post…I am complaining now!!!
Good dog man! I’m in Springfield for a few months and it all goes to shit. Another thing to be angry and Mancow for. The rat-bastard-self-hating-shock-jock!!!
I’m sure you will have no shortage of volunteers who are much closer to you, both in the geographic sense and the emotional sense, but for what it’s worth, I would come rub your neck any time if you wanted. Stress always goes right for my neck, too, so I know a few tricks.
I would also probably be compelled to play with your hair while I was at it- I don’t know if I count as a hot girl, but I do know that your hair has some sort of irresistible force that just drew my hands to it entirely without my own volition.
Thank you 🙂
And of course you count on the hot-girl list.
Eureka’s only a short jaunt away…
Yes! And I’ll be coming come Homecomeing…..or rather….Friday night (I have work to do that’ll keep me from making my way to Eureka untill then).
Also, if all else fails, you could just be a zombie. Creditors can’t harass the undead. (My friend Maddie is organizing that and I thought the concept might amuse you.)