Fuzzy Wuzzy Wasn't So Fuzzy Was He Bitches?

"Two weeks ago we talked about Harry Potter, two days ago we talked about world economies, and tonight we're talking about handjobs. Where did I lose the plot here?" - T.O. Hob

Stay with me on this one.


So last week was busy, nothing particularly good or bad happened, but it was busy.


I felt pretty good too. I was pretty much all set for getting a fence installed, the bathroom was fixed (though the damage was already done), and the backyard was getting worked on. Add to that the fact that I was nearly broke and had just purchased a life size Iron Man statue and I was doing pretty good all things considered.


Wednesday night I went out for a drink (or ten) by myself because I was on the edge and needed to unwind. Mission accomplished.


Friday night the guys met up at my house to play cards, I lost, but we had a few drinks and more than a few laughs after and even though the night was peppered with bad news and disappointments I was still doing pretty well.


Saturday I think I spent more time thinking than I did doing anything else. Not that that's a bad thing, but it was a change of pace from the previous few days where I'd barely had time to shit nevermind think.

I picked up a bronze Hellboy bust today and rearranged the collection a little bit. I also picked up Season 1 of Battlestar Galactica on DVD since I never got around to borrowing it from my cousin. I figure I'll start watching a little of it tonight if I get the chance (and don't worry I got the mini-series too so I know where to start).

Tomorrow I've got to get some of this shit off my desk, pick up my fence permit with any luck, and then I've got to get some things sorted before I can move on to whatever is next.

I may actually sit down and write a little in the next few days, I've stalled lately. Not that that is exactly shocking. It was also so good to see everybody that I might try and make it a more frequent thing.

And I do know I keep saying this...but I really am do for a genuine day off or two. Maybe even a vacation. I hear Moldova is beautiful this time of year.

So yeah...I'm totally batshit insane and somewhat out of control. I've spent the majority of my free time the past two weeks reading Batman comics, playing Bocce Ball and drinking iced tea.

It's not that bad when I put it like that.

Not that bad at all.

"We have nothing in common."

"Sure we do."

"Like?"

"We both like that I have money and neither one of us can stand my brother."

"That is true."