Truckin' Along

Every day, people ask me how I'm doing. Lately, I've been saying, "oh, i'm just truckin' along."

Today in the backyard, while making coffee between job applications, I saw a cat that looked just like my old cat. But this cat was all raggedy and beat up. I felt really sad for a minute until I realized the cat was probably looking for a place in my yard to take a dump. That should have made me angry, but I still felt sad.

Maybe cause I'm just truckin' along.

Keep on truckin.'

Murphy's Law, or, maybe I should be playing Sudoku instead of thinking about this.

Is there some kind of mystical switch or intensity dial for Murphy's Law? Because sometimes ole' Murph is really in the zone. Sometimes things just move through progressively difficult yet different situations. Things are changing, but not exactly getting better.

During a very emotionally difficult time in my life a really insensitive person said "well, there's always something, you know, if it's not one thing, it's another." Really, is life really about jumping from one seemingly horrible situation to another while we just throw up our hands and say, we'll that's the way it goes!

I think some things are just really hard. Sometimes you feel like Job and other times you feel like life is an ongoing celebration. Sometimes you want to cry because you can't take it, and sometimes you want to cry because you can't believe it.

Doctor Rogland said that the light at the end of the tunnel was really just an oncoming train. He was right, because I got that high school diploma and things changed way different than how I thought they would. But he never said anything about all the other trains. He also failed to mention the really nice scenery.

josh

All wheel drive - just what I need!

Plumb Sauce

So when I was in community college this guy wrote a short story about donating blood - and he referred to the blood as "plumb sauce." The teacher was impressed out of his mind, but I guess you have to take what you can get when you're teaching English 101 in the afternoon at community college.

I tried to give some plumb sauce today. I tried to be a hero. You know that guy who is nervously laughing and making stupid jokes while in line for the really big roller coaster? That was me. I was a complete idiot, but I was trying to take my mind off the fact that shots make me pass out and needles make my stomach turn. I passed out in less than three minutes.

I like to call it passing out because saying that I fainted sounds really pansy. Brave, macho men do not faint because they are weak and frail, they pass out because they thrust themselves into incredible danger to rescue many helpless bystanders from certain doom. But it was cool cause they gave me extra cookies.