St. Boringshire

Well, I've still been cranky and lame, but at least I know what to expect from my emotional forecast. The first few weeks of me not smoking were exciting. Well, exciting if you like hanging out with the emotionally unstable. If that's the case, I would have been your playground.

I wish I had something exciting to report or at least a funny anecdote, or even an entertaining observation. But, I just don't. My life is boring. No, I recant. It's my brain that is boring. I think that's why I have been hiding out alone in my house, in fear of boring the living shit out of my friends and loved ones.

Last weekend, I went to a cool and very tasty gourmet pizza and wine bar with my dear Mchan, spent Saturday burning through gift certificates at the mall with Max, Saturday night at the rodeo with Goat and Sunday afternoon repeatedly screaming down a big ass hill on a sled with a fearless and priceless five year old. Much to my ire, I have nothing to say about any of it that is of any importance or if I did, I could not say it in any sort of entertaining way.

I'm hoping it's just a phase.