Yes, I'm Still Alive ...alive, just not blogging.

Nothing interesting to say...

Unless you wanted to be bored with today, which would read something like this: "I woke up and went to my couch and took a nap. I sat on my couch today. And by today, I mean pretty much all day. I took another nap. I woke up. I ate something for lunch. I went back to my couch. Wait, I'm lying. I ate on my couch. The bowl is still on my coffeetable. I should put it in the sink. It's beginning to grow stuff out of it. Julian Tavarez sucks. Manny Delcarmen and Mike Timlin did as well. Even Jonathan Papelbon. Javy Lopez also sucks. I took another nap. Well, I tried to. But I couldn't sleep. Too mad. I tried real hard. But the harder you try to do things like sleep, the harder it is to do things like sleep. So I imagined what it would be like if I had hit the god-damned Powerball last night. 204 million. I pretty much had it divvied up. One question would be how much to tip the guy who sold me the ticket. I think 10k would be good. And then I thought about how my financial ledgersheet is so not one of a lottery winner. And that made me mad, too. Not Julian Tavarez-shampooing-sucks-mad. A different kind of mad. So I got up and made dinner. I had a spicy little chicken number I've kinda perfected over the last few years. I'm a good cook. My belly's full. I'm sleepy. And I'm also trying to refresh my French as I'll be traveling to Montreal at the end of the week for TP's bachelor party. Alors, j'ai sommeil. Il fait chaud en ma apartamente. Je suis ennui. I nap more than narcoleptics who are addicted to Ny-Quil. I updated my iPod. I listened to a bunch of songs I hadn't heard in a while. They made me smile. They made me think. They made me miss people. They almost made me cry. But I don't mind. It's when you stop feeling when it's a problem. I heard a Ben Taylor song and that made me think of New England and the islands. And how much I missed not being at the Newport Folk Festival yesterday. Or how cool it would've been to hang out on Narragansett Town Beach and hear Sting play that guy's birthday party. I heard Coldplay's The Scientist and it made me think of 2001. It made me think about the cold water in the veins of success and the morphine-like affect of failure. It made me feel regret, longing, heartache, and the realization that my world has not been the same and never will be ever again. I heard Neutral Milk Hotel's song Ghost and it just made me think. I think when you stop thinking then you're really pooched. But I wanted to stop thinking. So I watched more TV. I watched the cult classic This is Spinal Tap. I thought it was overrated. Christopher Guest's other stuff is much better. I watched Wedding Crashers. It's still funny. I practiced the toast I have to give for TP's wedding. I tried to edit the toast, to make it easier to read and to improve the delivery. I suck at public speaking. I think the edits made the toast lose it's theme. I need to fix it. I'd post it, but TP reads this site. Can't give you a preview. Maybe I'll post it when it's done. But that would be a postview, wouldn't it? I need to do laundry. I also need to iron. But I most of all need to do something I've been waiting to do all day. And that's going to bed. Why have I been waiting for bedtime? Because it marks the end of the day. And I get to close my eyes, think about all the stuff I did today, and wish I had done it differently...if only I got off my couch."

More this week. I promise. A return to international blogging, as TP's bachelor party takes us to Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

I leave you with a video of one of the aforementioned songs I listened to. It's Coldplay's "The Scientist," performed live on Jools Holland's "Later" show. Enjoy.



Your humble and obedient servant,  ¶ 11:21 PM