Sorry all, my schedule, nay, my very equilibrium has been thrown off kilter by the resumption of actual work. Yay, verily, real honest work, fitting the dictionary definition of the contribution of positive productive activity in return for monetary remuneration. Anyone aware of my plight to perform as little of this as possible may be well aware that a return to such a "deviant lifestyle" as that of a wage earner is enough to throw a substantial sized monkey wrench into my otherwise smooth running mental faculties.
The moral of this story, and the reason for this rambling diatribe against gainful employment and all of its wickedness is to apologize to the few readers out there who rely on this very medium to brighten their day, and make their lives better. As I return to the land of the wage earner, my blogging takes an unfortunate back seat to the aforementioned "work". Not the back seat of the 1982 Chevy Nova where you watched The Evil Dead at the drive-in with Susie Jenkins in high school, no this is the bad backseat where you're stuck, four wide with siblings on the sticky vinyl bench backseat of a Chevy Caprice with no air conditioning as you plod through Bakersfield in August as your brother chomps Red Vines and belches his hot stanky licorice breath at you. Oh, and you hate licorice......
The truth of the matter is I've had WAY too much coffee today and am trying to apologize to my three readers out there for the sparse blog postings. Sorry all - don't fret, the humorous cross country trip and subsequent acclimation to North Dakotan culture will be well documented for you to read. Fear not.
1 comment:
I feel today you may be ranting and rambling a bit more than normal. But, I love you nevertheless...
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