i wish i had a river i could skate away on

i'm normally immune to the holiday blues, but i think they've crept up on me without me even a nice hello.

(just overheard from my contractor: "i know this woman named patty, she lives in long beach, and she weighs 750 pounds and she travels all over the world and people pay her lots of money to squash them. she was in that movie, but only for a few seconds, but they paid her bank, like 15 grand. the storyline is real, friggin', like, 'what's this about?' but the visuals are amazing.")

anyway, back to the blues. i'm tired and i'm cranky and i'm having some kind of momentary existential crisis that i fear only fried chicken and mashed potatoes will cure. plus a xanax washed back with some mountain dew.

i am going to spending lots of time in airports over the next few days, so i'm sure i'll find a spare moment to send a dispatch your way. my blogge implores you to not abandon it just because its daddy is a trashy, absentee ne'er do well, k?