snap your fingers
Just like that, my life is back to normal again.
You have to understand that I'm a mellow guy. I take things in stride. I keep things in perspective and my reactions in proportion to the events unfolding in front of me. Last week the important, "real", what I don't blog part of my life was being kept from me and I thought I would be in court for the next ten years dealing with this crap - and it would've been ugly.
So last Thursday I did what any person having a breakdown would do in that moment; I got drunk.
Went to The Couch at
After getting unlost (not a real word), I parked across the street and wondered about two things:
Apparently I had a crack in the radiator and not a crack in the hose like last time and so it was easily fixed the next day with epoxy. Ran across the street and found the usual cute New Fidelity folks and thankfully a friend was there to talk and drink with. A few strong drinks later it's 3 am and people are getting pick up on by strange Argentines, having cute girl group photo shoots against a dry cleaner window, and a word or two said about me living close and someone living less close and I don't where I was going with that.
So my days went from hell to seeing the movie Happy Feet (cute) on Saturday, The Doo Dah Parade on Sunday and then a spur of the moment decision to visit a bunch of sailors in the Navy band in Rhode Island this Drunksgiving instead of a whole lot of nothing by myself.
So, so much better.