Throwing Poo

The thing about having a blog is this: whenever you get lazy and your brain turns to mush, everybody knows it.  Well, everyone who reads your site.  OK, so in my case two people know.  You don't always have to be cruel about it, do you?

Twelve straight days of working finally caught up with me last weekend.  When Saturday rolled around, I crashed and burned like JFK Junior on an imported beer run.  Instead of writing posts, I spent the weekend flattening out my ass on the couch.  It felt really good at the time, but this morning regret and self-loathing - my old familiar friends - showed up on my doorstep.  And they always want to play.

To make matters worse, my iTunes crashed, I have a viable new business idea and I still have not decided on a Halloween costume.  All of these things are successfully conspiring to fuck up my ability to focus.  When that happens, you, dear reader, you are the one that suffers. (Just so you know, writing that last line made me throw up in my mouth a little).

The good news is that, starting tomorrow, I will be traveling for the next four days.  That means more wretched tales from the road.  More stale airports, more squalid accommodations, more revolting hayseeds, more personal misery. 

And my misery absolutely loves your company.