blow something up (for me)!!!

despite what the jacked up time stamp on this thing might say, it’s 6:30 am on the 4th of july…and i’m awake…

…and dressed. and sober. and about to leave the house.

what is my problem?

i was asking myself that same question yesterday when i was backing up a golf cart and almost nailed a mini van and the jolt of said action caused me to belch up a mixture of catfish and fried squirrel.

and yes, you read that last word correctly. even though i’m not sure if i spelled it right.

but now i’m awake, and sober, yadda-yadda-yadda because i got a promotion at work, which is good…but it means i am now the low man on the totem pole, which is bad, and am therefore a victim of “newness” as the email that informed me of this shift (i accidentally typed the word “shit” there and paused for a moment debating as to whether or not it was a typo) told me – which is why i’m up when i should be sleeping one off and why you guys never got the vegas parts ii. iv. and v i had started to mentally conceive.

so, more on vegas and crazy rednecks that feed me fried squirrel and all that shit (meant to do it that time) later. i gotta feed the puppies, kiss the notorious h.l.g. good-bye, and head off to work.

in a phrase, “sucks to be me”…