For you Bob fans out there, his odometer rolls over to 42 today. He has dubbed today his "Douglas Adams Birthday," as apparently the meaning of life is 42. This also means that Bob and I have been together five years as of today. T'was his 37th birthday when I came over with a metal robot and a 7 birthday candle and left with a boyfriend. Yay us!
Post-travel malaise and ennui. It is way too hot for me to even think. I really hate this weather so much that it makes me cry. I know, whiner. Please do not waste a moment of your time indulging me or even respecting me. Coming off the plane from S.D. yesterday was like walking into a bowl of hot vanilla pudding. Slow, hot, thick. I have a tempest inside me that is poking me to call a moving van and hogtie Bob to the passenger seat as we make our way northward, to cooler weather and prettier trees and a sensibility that I miss. The hole in my heart has a curly Cape tail.
I gots to get my groove back. A summer of half-assed novel-writing and bitching about the heat ain't gonna cut it. I've got higher aspirations.
As for me, I'm off to El Swanko Restaurant for our big day.
Posted by Zerd at May 29, 2008 05:52 PM