Ahem. Pardon me for the minor hiatus. A weekend of rainy weather sans umbrella apparently has a negative impact on a young man's health, however much he may love the rain. I have been rather sneezy and stuffy and generally (if you will pardon the pun, and then again, even if you will not) under the weather. It took me the better part of an hour today to catch up on the lives and happenings of my Diaryland compatriots this afternoon. And yes, for those of you who keep track of this sort of thing, I am at work, so it was an hour of severely diminished productivity on my part. Just as it should be.
For long-time readers, here is a plot point that should make you feel all kinds of nostalgic: due to a miscalculation, I have but a single dollar bill and a handful of quarters to last me until payday -- i.e., a week from today. I look forward to a week of creative sustenance -- in other words, packets of rice that are hiding in the back of my cupboard. One bright spot: because the household ordered cigarettes online, I have enough to last me through this dry spell, which takes a remarkable amount of strain off me.
For the past week I have refrained from attending the gym -- due, of course, to those sniffles I mentioned earlier. I resumed attendance today, and made a startling, wonderful, and wholly welcome discovery: if I take my half-hour-on-the-bike sym break at 2 pm, I get to watch a nice little chunk of the guiltiest of my many pleasures. I speak, of course, of Passions. Ever since the first of my many unemployment binges (this one back in Colorado), I have had a soft spot in my heart for this televisionary wonder, which features an evil witch, computer-generated tiny people, nasty billionaires, a tennis star who somehow is never seen practicing or playing tennis, a bitch in an electric wheelchair, amnesia, the Bermuda Triangle (its mystery is only exceeded by its power!), and a Hispanic housecleaner named Pilar. And of course, until recently the estimable Timmy, bless his soul. I have a feeling this two-o-clock break is going to be a regular one.
Due to my recent stint as a hermit, hibernating at home, I have very few other stories to share. I shall go back to doing the work I am being paid for, and listening to Freezepop while I do so. Had I brought my Eiffel 65 with me, I would certainly be listening to that, in solidarity with my elf-lovin', booty-shakin' brother down in Florida. (Confidential to J: did you see that special feature on Orlando with his hot hot mohawk and his way with spinning knives?!?)
p.s. Bear is back in the country. If he knows what is good for him, he will start updating his diary soon, and you will all read it and love him.
p.p.s. I thought about this after I originally wrote this entry, and realized that there simply must be a Passions diaryring. Lo and behold, I was right. Breathe in, breathe out.