A Mushy Brain Makes For Bad Lists
You see, the Fiery One and I had quite a decadent little weekend, one that quite hurt my soft little brain. Without a budgetary thought in our heads, we drank beer and ate sushi with the abandon with which people much wealthier than ourselves must drink beer and eat sushi. I can tell you that the rich probably have fantastic weekends and slowly lowering IQ levels (see Ms. Hilton).
On top of the excessive beer consumption, there was an awful lot of cigarette smoking. When I wasn't killing off chunks of my grey matter with alcohol, I was asphyxiating said chunks with high levels of carbon monoxide. I'm not sure what all this revelry was about. Perhaps it is that the Fiery One is leaving tomorrow for a three-week jaunt through the Philippines and Australia. I am starting to recognize a pattern of rising spendthriftness and debauchery before each of his work trips is about to begin. I think we panic in the face of the impending separation and follow the sage words of Omar Kayyam: "'While you live / Drink!…'"
Back to my poor be-numbed brain tissue… I have little to offer you today. Perhaps a list. Yes, a list always saves the day, at least in some small way:
My day has taken a turn for the worse, and so it is time for a second list (only this one will actually have a common theme amongst its points):
Nicholas Cage just married a 19-year-old.
They're taking the hybrid car a step further.
Fay Wray has died at the age of 96.