I haven't been writing very much over the past few months, and STOPWAITNOCOMEBACK I'm not here to apologize for it. No. What I'm doing here is just thinking aloud. Er, typing silently. It's silent for you, at least. Because I can certainly hear the clickity clack of the keyboard. Punctuated by the beau's farts.
Be glad for the vast physical distance between you and I, is what I'm saying. Also, maybe two corndogs for lunch is not a good idea. Take notes. Especially you, beau.
I guess Monday is the day that I get all the catalogs. Because I opened the post box on Monday afternoon and it was like, BOOM. Explosion of LOOK OMG THINGS YOU CAN BUY!
I pulled them out, lugged them to the kitchen table, and picked one up at random. The one I selected was Uncommon Goods, which is basically a booklet-sized repository of products that are meant to pique the interest of overeducated Pinterest-obsessed hipster-yuppie helicopter parents. Like I was saying:
I got back home from Michigan exactly two weeks ago, and my head is still spinning around in dizzy little loopy circles. No, that’s not quite right. My head is a thick bank of clouds hunkered low and heavy. Eh, that's not right either. My head is a helium balloon floating four feet above my shoulders, tethered to my body by a thin grubby string.
