our particular brand of madness

I have a couple of days off. Three of them. In a row. It's amazing, I tell you.

So all I have to do is sit around the house and...actually no, that's not true. There are a million things for me to do. Jen has a list as long as a NASA launch checklist (and requiring only a slightly lower security clearance) which I should start on.

And I'm looking forward to it. My brain really has been off for a while now. Like I've been going to work but not actually being there mentally. I feel sorry for my colleagues but there are some things I'm just having trouble with and I know they're not permanent issues and fully expect them to go away when I have my own store.

Wow, that was vague, but I'm sure some of you will be able to read between the lines.

We went to see the Narnia movie last week. I was surprised at how well done it was. And its a good story. For the nay-sayers that talk of Lewis's heavy symbolism, well I call bullshit on that. It's a good story, well told and if the use of symbolism bothers you then why would you ever see any movies ever because almost all of them have some kind of hidden messages. And I'm talking about you and your right wing propagandist shit, Forrest Gump. Motherfucker. Gimpy motherfucker.

Hmm. It's late and I do appear to be genuinely giving this some fairly random stream of consciousness treatment which is probably neither good to read nor healthy to write. But what the fuck, eh?

Okay, I'm going to bed, it's late. LIke I said already.

Merry Christmas, one and all. Since I probably won't blog till springtime now.

Oh, and Happy New Year.

Valentines Day.

And Saint Pat's.

Hopefully I'll be back at this before Easter.

:)