Settle Your Bets

OK, here's the post that no one ever expected to see - I'm calm, relaxed and in quite the chipper mood.

You'll note your sarcasm detector didn't budge, either...

I'm pretty sure my uncharacteristic feeling of general well-being is entirely due to the panini I ate hours ago at Joe's Busy Corner.


I'm never to old to learn a new life lesson, and here's today's: depression doesn't stand a chance against prosciutto, cappicola, fresh mozzarella, tomato and basil.

And I've got a lot going on, all of a sudden.

As The Dude himself would say, new shit has come to light...


I won't go into it now, mostly because even I'm not sure where life's taking me.

Hell, I'm just as curious as you are.

Sorry to be all mysterious.

Mostly, I wanted to write a blog entry when I wasn't being crushed by an overwhelming sense of dread, just to prove I could do it.


It's a novel feeling, I'll say that much.

Although I kind of miss the dread...

That's enough out of me for now. I don't want to strain my brain, as I've got a big week ahead of me.

Hopefully I'll find out what the fuck is going on with my right knee, I'll be doing some comedy on Tuesday, and I turn 32 on Wednesday (giving me one year until "the Jesus year," age 33, the year that took Belushi, Hendrix and Chris Farley, never mind Jesus Himself).

After this week, I expect life to keep me on my toes.

No matter what happens, I'll save you some ham.