Well, I think it looks like everyone made it through the week, and for some reason, you've chosen to drop by here to find... umm... what was it again, exactly?
I don't know how much inane blathering I'll be able produce on these intertubes today. It's not so much that I'm busy, you see. There's a Doctor Who marathon on the SciFi channel which provides a much-welcomed mammoth distraction. I blame the sonic screwdriver and Rose Tyler's jiggly bits, ya know. On my TV, they are the small, shiny objects that take my mind off things like snow, ice, food and whatever else.
I'm also suffering through a wicked bout of keyboard dyslexia.
The brain's working fine and dandy, mind you. It's just that there seems to be a whole heap of confusion somewhere between a blazing synapse and my pudgy, dancing fingers.
Ah well... Typo through the tulips, I guess.
Aside from that gibberish, there's been some rumblings from my mother's doctors about potentially releasing her back into the wild sometime today, and that does amaze me. Don't get me wrong. It's great that she's allowed to head home and everything, but considering that only a handful of days ago she was cut up on a table with no end of wires, cables and ungodly plumbing coming out of her, you'd think that it would take a bit more time to recover. After all, I get a sliver in my finger, and I'm a whimpering child for about a week or so.
If I were in her shoes, and it was me in that hospital bed, right about now would probably be the time I'd have sufficiently pimped my morphine drip to function more like a bottle of cheap tequila at a frat-house kegger than that painfully slow little drip-drip nonsense.
Nonetheless, since it is Friday, and the weekend is rushing in upon us like a nice, deep breath, I suppose I'll ask you all what your plans are for the next couple of days?
So, who's doing what?
I know some of you might have to work this weekend, and well... you shouldn't. Just make something up. I mean, it is that time of year where cars don't start, people fall down and get hurt, and sometimes, god forbid, the goldfish may actually expire, plunging your world into a hellish land of heartbreak, sadness and despair.
As for me, I am not doing anything special. So far, in fact, the only plan I have is to celebrate Lent this weekend by grilling a huge steak outside on the patio at high-freakin'-noon so Baby Jesus can look straight down and wail at me and my tasty hunk of perfectly-grilled, medium-rare disrespect. After all, I'm not really a big fan of fasting, and I enjoy my gluttony.
Aside from that, have a great Friday folks. Try not to get too crazy.
Posted By Dan to The Wisdom of a Distracted Mind at 2/08/2008 10:44:00 AM