Disappearing act

Note to self: Opening a comedy set with a joke about a horrible pornographic practice does not set a great vibe for the remainder of your time. Point taken. Wont do it again. Thank you, open mics. For all the lessons you have to teach me.

What else? Well, I haven't been writing in general. The allergy season descended upon me with a fierceness like I've never experienced last wk. It came bearing gifts of asthma and flu-like symptoms and exhaustion and anything else it could muster up. Which brings me to the low point of loathing even my own biological responses. Man. What a bummer.

It's been a weird weekend here in Colorado. Of course, for the two days I don't have to work, it rains like a mo. Drops thirty degrees. And basically laughs in my face.

To be honest though, not a weird wkend in a bad day. A turn to positive town? Yeah, I know. Pretty amazing. There have been some cool t-storms. Kimmo and I went tornado chasing on Friday. On Saturday I hung out with Leni and the Cougar in Fort Collins, which was amazing. The clouds have been pretty unbelievable. And I cleaned my entire apartment and its looking goooood. Maybe I'll invite real people over here one of these days. My little hermitage. With pretty much no furniture. And the unfortunate location of Stapleton. I should move.

I think I really could be a hermit and be okay with it. Like not like an angry hermit like Kaczynski status. But like a peaceful hermit that like had a pet deer and knew the birds in my little woodsy cove by name. I could have a garden and a cool hound dog named Ol' Bones as my companion. I'd maybe own a mule named Benny Boy who would be my only source of transportation. I'd write people letters that sounded borderline crazy but in a cute way. And everyone could refer to me as the one who "lost it" but really I'd have found it, I think. I just couldnt do it without hot water....so if thats not available, I guess I'll have to stick around in civilization for awhile. I loves my showers.

And with that I need to time warp into tomorrow morning, because someone told me that time is just a construct of consciousness. Therefore, when I sleep, I am technically time warping. Or something else that I dont understand.

Night, bloggy.