I’ve had more suckage this week but I just couldn’t write about it lest my blog win MOST DEPRESSING BLOG OF THE YEAR. BLOG THAT INSPIRED THREE READERS TO WRITE POEMS WITH ABYSS, DARKNESS, AND VOID IN THE TITLE. BLOG OF DESPAIR. BLOGGING WITH INTEGRITY… AND DEATH.
So I shall instead unveil another EPILOGUE. (you’re welcome Aunt K)
Do you remember HUMBLE PITA? The 20-year-old guy who was NOT asking me to go dancing downtown? We went back to the Pita Palace. And VIOLA:
Remember my tweet concerning my hope of an early death? It was to avoid my ten year college reunion! Which turned out to be awesome. Except it began Friday night, and by Saturday, I fell asleep at 5pm, woke up an hour later and went back to sleep at 10pm without seeing my friends. I’M THE OLD LADY WITH KIDS.
And of course you are DYING TO KNOW if the first awkward errand paid off. IT DID! NO SWIMMERS! So only one more chance to embarrass the receptionist… I’d consider some accidental spillage but I think that we’d have to bring a third sample. And I’m running out of synonyms.
Oh and I sent a Twitter DM to PBS with Punk Rock Barney. No response.. SO FAR! In the meantime, I was sent Emo Nemo thanks to Story Lady and her daughter’s mispronunciation of Nemo. (Good luck with the future angst.) And then I was sent this picture by Jess.
And although this isn’t epilogue-y, I just want you to know that the comments and emails about my crisis of religion and our dog (which is God spelled backwards — the Church of Late Enough is coming together nicely), mean so much to me. I haven’t been able to respond to everyone, but I am beyond grateful. I’m just also happen to need sleep. (I know. I hate it, too.) Group hug? What about a handshake? High-five? Why are you walking away? HEY. Don’t go! Because I learned a new trick from @ave42designs that I am about to share with you to say thank you. FIST BUMP!