O, my friends. I do not know why it has been so hard for me to visit you lately. It certainly isn’t because I’m busy at work. My individual workload is at a static lull after a week or so of super busy cramming.

I was in a horrible mood this morning, after receiving and refusing to look at a piece of mail from the DMV. For some reason, I was fairly certain they didn’t write just to see how I was doing. I didn’t look because I really didn’t feel like wanting to kill myself while at work.

I’m saving that for when I get home later tonight.

My mood has changed, though. I was all ready to write a fiery diatribe damning the state of California, cars in general all the way back to the Model T, and Ford’s DNA. FadeIn was to shake with the vigor of my fury.

Then I saw this, and, well…I just couldn’t get back that desire to see the world burn.

Tonight’s agenda includes comfort food and loungewear. Meats, cheeses…perhaps breads. Definitely comfortable clothing. A little bit of interesting media, and all will be well.

I hope my roommate’s reading this, because Jonnyboy*: I think tonight is a night for cake. See to it, old friend, and I’ll take care of the garbage.

*His injury wasn’t as bad as all that. I didn’t see to his aid because, let’s face it, he’s constantly falling over for some reason or another. I wish I were kidding.