Monday, June 26

Pouting in the Rain

On this, the eve of the end of what will probably be my only week off in 2006, *sigh*, I find myself torn between telling you of our adventures and consuming the hot eggdrop soup which was just delivered by our soggy Chinese friend. Eastern CafĂ© ain’t no Mott Street but you sure can count on them to deliver; it’s monsooning here and they still brought our food in 18 minutes flat. Fit is go!

TiVo is bathing the room in blue as it attemtps, to no avail, to locate a cable signal. I could turn the tv off, I suppose, but then how would I know the exact moment that I am returned to my regularly scheduled programming!?

The reality of the demise of our vacation is setting in; a load of laundry and the dishwasher are going (as we assume the power will kick off any moment, just as the cable has). Soon, I will be folding the fluffed, then I look forward to curling up with the Rolling Stone magazine that B picked up for me (the one with a still tasty Eddie Vedder on the cover and a Petty article therein). Unless the power goes out, then I'm pretty much fuc






3 comments:

dwb said...

could be a lot worse. you could have full power and a 24 year old tennis pro living with you and your girlfriend....kill me...

Scott said...

I like how you stopped that sentence in mid-fuck ;-) I'm picturing a giant cat-monster coming by and shoving his head in front of your laptop.

Needtsza said...

a. LOL!!! at DWB. I feel ya brotha. Man, do I ever feel for ya.

b. Agree with Scott. I found it funny that you stopped mid-senten