Popcorn!

Vacation, all I ever wanted -- #2031

Thank you, I will enjoy the complimentary popcorn.

This post comes courtesy of the Holiday Inn, where I am spending an evening by myself. I contemplate an adult choice on the Spectravision. Theoretically I've here on business, searching for an apartment to live during my pending career move. But more accurately, I'm pretty buzzed after hitting the downtown on an empty stomach and four hours of sleep last night. And, um, yeah -- there you go.

Updating this blog every day is going to be a challenge. Honestly, I have nothing. Around 7:30 this morning I was feeling a little punchy and wanted to comment about how people always describe cold weather in relation to genitals. "It's cold as a witch's teat." "I'm freezing my nuts/ass off." "There are icicles hanging off of my twat hairs." The last one hasn't caught on just yet, but let's work it out a little and see if it sticks.

The only other joke I have tonight is that I set my alarm for 7:30 in order to hit the treadmill and work off this bag of popcorn I'm inhaling.

Don't quit on this blog just yet. I swear it will get better. I'm like that sitcom with a good cast that will make it work out if we can just get past the first three episodes. Thursday is going to be a watershed, I promise.

Now if you'll excuse me, Island Fever 3 is on, and having not seen the first two in the series, I fear that if I don't pay attention I will lose the plot.