My sister, Camron, is in town. Friday was her birthday and she had just finished finals, so we decided to make her visit a dual-purpose celebration. She's an excellent cook. I love to cook, but I tend to make a horrific mess when I do... the end result tastes good, but the kitchen always looks like hell. My love of cooking being slightly out-weighed by the love-hate relationship I have with cleaning is what precipitates my eating out so much. That and it is not really much fun to cook for just one person. Anyhoo, back to Camron... she made a fabulous breakfast this morning. Between that and the pot of coffee that I have imbibed thus far, my head is starting to clear up and this day might get started soon.
Mother's Day. I wake up with a fuzzy head and fuzzier tongue. A few too many last night seems to be the going trend with me these days. The irony lies in the why... attempting to numb the questioning mind. Where? Why? When? These things lead to self destruction. So I decided that resolutions would be a good first step... you know, some of that sitting on the couch "coalescing the vapors of human existence into a vial of logical comprehension" stuff. It all started with a woman. Actually most things do. An amazing woman that I like very much, yet somehow yet again find a creative way to fuck things up. This is my life. More on the resolutions later... just wanted to say welcome to my blog. Welcome to my life. Don't expect much... but your welcome to sit and stay a while.