153: This Evil World Needs More Sugar

This has been a terrible terrible week. Happy Valentine's Day? Big dill pickle. It's like armageddon out there. So much snow. And cabin fever is setting in. Perhaps it's been my choice of music all day. Nation of Ulysses, Low, Adam Ant. Wait, strike that last one. I meant Joy Division.

I'm not sure where to begin or what to say but I know that my neck hurts. I feel like my head is encased in some sort of spherical helmet filled with, i dunno, something like... window caulk? I just keep drinking coffee. And water. I'm like that ol cowboy, Two Guns McGee, coffee in the right hand holster, water in the left hand holster and it's back and forth, one and then the other, over and over and over. Everyone is gone. Everyone has gone to warmer climates. I'm not upset that they are there. I'm not upset that I am here and not there. I am VERY upset that they are not here. Does that make sense?

You see, in the right hands, the right company, even the darkest, dismal days can be spun positive. I'm having trouble today for some reason. Coffee's not doin it. Water's not doin it. The leftover pizza for lunch definitely didn't do it. Shootin the shit isn't doin it. Ping pong isn't doin it. Hot monkey love and manatee orgies ain't doin it.

Well maybe it is. Pfft. Manatee orgies. That's funny stuff, i guess. Slowly turning...