Alles Goed...

You know what?

It actually helped to bitch and moan and fear for my immortal soul these past few weeks.

The cold sweat, the racing hearbeats, the earnest conversations about God?

The impassioned debates, as to whether I was lost, or found, or somewhere in the middle?


Hold on.

I should clarify...

I didn't actually "debate" with anyone, so much as I screamed my incoherent, drunken rants at our cat while he licked his groin inches away from me...

Whatever.

It was worth it.

I'm a lot better now.

And, you know what?

I know you people are all well adjusted on paper and shit...

But I'm not betting on it lasting.

The Creeping Dread will get you eventually.


In the meantime, rock on, my people.

I'm off to Houston, where I'm heading to a natural gas conference.

I expect to meet a lot of happy, fat dudes with big belt buckles.

Canned beer will also be involved, as well as ribs.

It will save my soul a second time this week.

Asalaam aleikum!