This is the story you won't tell the kids we'll never have

Feeling a bit...melancholy. I suppose part of it comes from finding the WFKATWOMD's blog, but I think most of it is from thinking about the GLOML. She hasn't written in a while, and it's coming up on the anniversary of her husband's death. How is she? Should I confront her about what I think is a serious problem? (Do I dare? Do I dare?)

I've been a bit isolationist lately, aside from Jerry's visit and Runa's event, so tonight I joined a number of former co-workers out for a trivia night at the Universal Joint. Had some fun, but it did get me thinking--every one of those guys were married (one of which to the WFKATWOMD).

Just where exactly am I going with this here life? Like tiiguy told me before when I waxed introspective about the failed state of my relationships, it's not a race to marriage, but I can't really shake this feeling that I'm not doing anything particularly worthwhile with my time. Poker, drabbles, the occasional update to the Bronze Archives--it's all pretty diaphanous.

*shrug*

La pick me up...

As if the cosmos were responding to last night's late-night post, bratsey called me this morning as I was about to get into the shower. We had a short catch up session about all that's going on in Atlanta and Japan. It was a nice little pick-me-up since I was feeling a bit bleah with what little's going on currently.

( Oh, and by the way, Katie... )

The title of this post is from an old 80s commercial--anyone guess what the product was?

Sleeping off the last five years takes another five...

Following last Thursday's bartender thingy, I've found myself growing slight hoarse. Not full-on laryngitis, no voice, just a slight rasp when I'm talking.

Of course, this just lends itself to attempting to channel Blake Schwarzenbach by blasting Jawbreaker (as well as Hot Water Music) whilst I drive around town, probably looking quite the fool singing at the top of my lungs in the car.

Not that it helps the voice at all. It's just kinda fun.