Order Has Been Restored...

Well. So much traversing through my mind. But what presents itself as "relevant" is that Order Has Been Restored. Yes, all capital letters. In a nutshhell, I believe in everything and nothing. At the moment, I believe in the positions in the planets having an effect on my energy. Yes, my mind has been jumbled this weekend, to say the least. However, clarity has been gained and what other way to do it than to spend a warm (my heat is out) Sunday watching Six Feet Under with the wife and her wily ponytail ways, on a day filled with void of course.....ok enough of my mind filled blabber. Well, not really. A lot happened in the time span of about five hours. I'm inclined to draw the connections. Just maybe you'll get some real entertainment out of me today, but maybe not.

Let's see, Easter was cool. I had separation anxiety from Brody, Karlo, Nicole and Karl after being with them for an entire week. I miss being close to them. Certainly missing people you care about contributes to your general state of being at a given point in time. So these things combined with my general distaste for my job, (the actual work, not my boss or my environment) rather having to work like a slave every day of my life is weighing heavily on my mind. Among other randomness like when and where am I going to go to grad school and for what, how I'm going to come up with money to take care of some issues I need to resolve....etc...etc...etc...Mind you, nothing is really WRONG or BAD or anything serious or life threatening. I'm well aware I lead a pampered life compared to most of the rest of the world. I have my health and a roof over my head with food in my refrigerator. So put into perspective, none of these things contributing to my general mood are anything to necessarily fret too much about.

Moo and I resumed our Six Feet Under marathon, which I've also had separation anxiety from since Chicago postal service sucks my ass! I have to say, yesterday's episode was incredible. It's cool to watch this series again and well, I think it's a series I have to continue to revisit because it keeps things present. Maybe I can find some clips. yea yea yea.....so I'm addicted to Six Feet Under. Whaddya gonna do about it? Call me all the names you like. nah! ;)

We laughed really hard about the conversation I had with my 8 year old nephew about farting. Spending a week with him.....he farts a LOT. And he lets them rip. In his sleep, at the table, at the beach....wherever. So we were playing ping pong in Puerto Rico and of course he rips one. I ask him "What do you do when you're in school and you fart that loud" His response, "I don't fart in school" and I'm like "C'mon, you have to! Do you just make them silent and deadly? What about the people around you?" and he said, "I just blame it on someone else. I let someone else say they smelled it first and then I blame it on someone else" HIGH-larious.