Daily Splatter: The Good Times Are Killing Me
Before you start calling me saying that the blog sucked this week (I'm talking to you, Heidi), let me state clearly that, "Yes, this week was lame and I am a poor excuse for a monkey." If there were a virtual way for me to dance on a table while you throw empty beer cans at my head, I would do it. But alas, my technical prowess is only undershadowed by my writing ability, and as such I can barely get text up on this Eastern Block-looking website, let alone any fancy-schmancy multi-media stuff.
My excuse is summer - that time of the year in the Midwest we so lust after and then proceed to cram full of family obligations to the point of exhaustion and/or mercy suicide. Case in point, here is what is on my social calendar over the next three weeks:
Celebrate my birthday (Yesterday. Thanks for the comments, email, calls. Fuckers.)
Plan and host dad's 75th birthday party
Take Nerdy Squirrel to Columbus for the bar exam for four days
Plan Wedding Anniversary event
Plan and host Nerdy Squirrel's graduation party
Go to friend's wedding in Buffalo
Leave for Alaskan cruise
Oh yeah, plus work my job, travel like a nomad, keep N.S. from melting down before the exam, stop my grass from dying and be a good monkey.
So, once again, I make a peace offering to you:
http://www.whatarerecords.com/stephen_lynch/drstephen/index.html
In the mean time, rest assured that I am filled with self-loathing and more than a little constipated. So put the phone down. Words can hurt, you know.