Ever get in a funk... one that smells pretty bad and even though you were only in it for a few seconds you smell it the rest of the day?... It is so evil that it completely contaminates your nasal passages? Just curious.
Anyways, I don't really have any ironic observations about life today, because i'm in a funk. (imagine that) One of those nasty ones that is stuck in my nasal passages. Ever heard of those? I haven't slept in a couple of days and I've been eating a lot of chocolate. Interesting combination that suddenly seems to be related. hmmm... anyways, in an attempt at "self therapy" i decided to post in the hopes of flushing out that nasty smell. You know the smell kind of resembles something you'd find in the seafood section of a grocery story. It's kind of fishy. Do you smell fish?
Anyways... Let me tell you a story... a story about my life. In 1984 I turned 5.
But back to this funk i'm in. I think during this "self therapy" session I have determined its cause. I have a beer... you know the "beer" i'm talking about. The drink you have when you get home from work and plop your butt on the couch. The drink you have when the "world gets to be too much"... yeah, my beer is fierce grape gatorade. It has been 8 days since I have had my beer. You'd think I was in freaking AA or something. Eesh... the LAST thing I need right now is another 12 step program. The one I'm on for my addiction to calculators with 12 digit displays is hard enough. (there's one step for each digit in the display... stop laughing, it is harder than you think)
I need a beer.
=o)
Peace Out.
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