its an update because I say its an update

You had better tighten your seat belt, as this entry is going to be all over the road.

I was going to refer to this as yet another obligatory blog update, but it occurs to me that perhaps all 111 updates have been just that. Why should this one be so fucking special that I single it out?

This entry is just like all the others. Before its over I'll mention that I hate Michael Bay, I'll tell you that my sorry ass is employed by a soulless retailer, and you'll read once more time that Yale President Richard Levin is out to get me.

There has been one subtle change that has made work extra-super-great these last few weeks. One thing that seemed way too good to be true. My friends and I talked about how nice the atmosphere at work had been lately, and speculated between ourselves how such a change had come about... there was a curiosity building in each of us--way worse than the curiosity that my faithful reader has gained from reading this vague "inside" tale from work--and I said to my friend Pat that the moment we asked someone who knew what was going on, we would be told that the next day things would be back to how they used to be... which was less than stellar.

And then they had to go and ask. And you know what? It looks like tomorrow, things will go back to the way they were.

SHIT!

Lesson learned - when life is going good, don't question it. Just smile, scratch your ass, and breathe in the good day.

Today I made the best mashed potatoes in the history of the planet. They were sooooo good. The down side is that with each bite you take of my tatoes you actually lose three days of your life... but you know what? Its totally worth it.

I've really hit a wall as far as my blog is concerned. It could be that I'm burning out. Maybe I have enough crap going on that I don't feel like this is such a priority at the moment--I'm as shocked as anyone to see my life becoming less blog-o-centric.

Perhaps the time has actually come for me to put the "blah" in blog...

Maybe trying to continue my blog at a time like this is a worse idea than tunafish nachos.

I must be in a funk. I know I am when a brand new Uberhack movie came out and I didn't mention it even ONCE. Michael Bay is the Antichrist of film and I can't even bust out an entry that bags on him or his shitty new movie... what the hell?

I've got this running drama with my family that is starting to go really bad. I have not been to a family gathering in a very long time. My mom always tries to guilt me into going ("its been so long since anyone has seen your kids...") and since that has not worked so well, this time she tried to work the mojo on my wife. Well, the party came and went and SHOCKER I didn't go.

Social stuff is really overwhelming for me. I think that the reason I don't get to the family stuff is that since there are so many other social obligations that I can't weasel my way out of that somewhere deep down I assume that my family of all people should understand if I blow them off periodically...

But months turn into years...

My family is strange--as every family manages to be. They have moments where they can be really wonderful or really intense. Sometimes its a frenzied cross section of the best and the worst bombarding the innocent with the speed and might of the blitzkrieg... in other words we're probably pretty average.

I guess I'd better get my ass to some family something next time around, just so I'll quit getting shit about missing it... and it'll probably be good to see them... probably

That pretty much wraps it up for today. If you stuck with me through this wild ride I say thanks... I feel like I'm missing something...

Oh yeah, Richard Levin thinks I suck.

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