I know, I know, “where have you been?!?” all four of you ask. Well, I’ll tell you!
I’ve been secretly working on a government project to enable squirrels to run completely across the road instead of stalling halfway then pretty much actively seeking death. So far it’s been a rip-roaring failure.
Squirrels just don’t get it, man…
Ok, even though there’s truth to squirrelicide, there is no government project to help end it (or you don’t have the clearance to know about it). I’ve actually been on a sabbatical, AKA the word that sounds more acceptable than “unemployment.” I wasn’t fired or anything, FYI–my contract just ran out and I had no desire to re-up it.
Working 6 days a week for a year straight somehow lost its appeal (imagine that!). I was burnt out, ragged, and unable to address the depression that I’d been ignoring like the bump under your skin that you keep telling yourself is just an ingrown hair. Like Peter Steele once sang, “Life is Killing Me”.
Anxiety and depression had me by the short hairs (Still does from time-to-time, as was displayed just yesterday. I rocked in place, trying to chant some made up mantra to chase the hornets from my brainmeats. I haven’t had a bad day like that in a while–what the late, great Wesley Willis would call a “Hell Ride”. Never fun.
All hilarity aside, I just didn’t think anything was worth posting about. Everyone has had their own batch of junk-kicking nonsense to deal with this year.
2016, am I right?
Folks have been corpsifying left and right, and you know if Death figured out how to kill Lemmy, then all bets are off. Mercury is in retrograde, Uranus is in The House of Pancakes, and that’s not even a jab at our current state of politics. I don’t do politics. They do me. *Rimshot* Continue reading