So yesterday was my birthday...

and what did the jester do?

had lunch with my dad... called in to work, went off and got good and twisted, then passed out while watching the first season of the muppet show that i'd just got my hands on.

unfortunately one of my friends was planning on stopping by, but was unable to wake me from my stupor in front of the computer screen, so he just left a bottle of cognac in the door.

i'm really not a big fan of birthdays anymore...

you turn twenty-one and it's off to the bar to drink until you're clutching onto any solid object to maintain your identity as an upright human and flinging bits of the nights debauchery out of your mouth into the porcelein receptacle, or the street or floor or anywhere else...

but that loses its thrill pretty quick, and now that i'm almost thirty {sigh} it all seems like a bunch of garbage, i'd rather get painfully introspective and make resolutions regarding my general relationship with society that I'll forget to write down because i'd rather watch the muppet show.

sorry gentle reader... the jester knows he's been channeling a bit of the crotchety old poop-head lately, 'tis the season.

don't like christmas, not a big fan of thanksgiving, don't really like my birthday anymore...

but despite the whine that's been flowing freely as an undercurrent beneath all my posts, i still love life and can't wait until this little back-slide into angst is over and i can be my asinine, absurd self once again...

the laughter of the damned will ring out loud and clear once again

the jester sighs and goes back to brainstorming for his paper.