dropped

another thursday:

full of hat hair, reading so much that i have a hard time

discerning what exactly i'm eating for dinner, and

enough obscure television shows to satisfy the prerequisites for a
TV Land's "Future Classic" award committee wet dream

(side note: Party Down is at least a 7.9 on the funny scale).

i managed to pencil in for this particular thursday:

wandering around the park trying as hard as i can

not to look like a miscreant, although the irony is that

even if i tried "as hard as i can" to look like a miscreant,

the fine gendarmes of Palm Desert would more than likely

consider me as threatening as a crumpled up receipt,

what with a copy of Tender is the Night in my hands

and a grin the size of a South American banana on my face

brought on by the incredibly clear sky of the day.

i've drank so much water since i've been home

that my dad has had to make extra trips to WinCo to fill up

the containers for the water dispensing unit.

essentially, since i've arrived, this family has consumed

double the amount of water.

in case you readers are incapable of some simple mathematics at home,

that means that i drink the same amount of water as

the three other humans and two dogs that reside with me.

although now that i realize, the dogs have their own special water

that has some chemicals in them to try to retard

the alarming and dispiriting rate of tooth loss

and general gingival health they've been facing.

needless to say, i find myself again at one of those crossroads

where i ask myself

"why am i eating two strips of bacon and

a microwave chicken burrito for breakfast

in the home of my childhood?"

as rhetoric as this question might be,

i'm fairly certain the phrase "dental board of california"

could be thrown into the equation without a large stretch

of the imagination or a sprinkling of petty untruths.

on the whole, i suppose i shouldn't really complain about

my temporarily lax existence.

there could be worse ways of spending one's time,

and to be honest, putting the infrequent bouts of

incredible anxiety regarding the future and all its

pecuniary pitfalls aside, i have to admit i am content.

i do feel like lately i've been swooning a bit more

from the romantic aspects of shows and movies.

i think seeing that kind of happiness in others,

even feigned with a professional mien,

gives me hope for the future.

nevertheless, even if mila kunis and elisha cuthbert

managed to mix their DNA, create a female clone from that sample,

and mature it in an incredibly short amount of time

a la Episode II: Attack of the Clones,

(and taught it everything there was to know about

21st century music and smelled of library book pages)

i would have to force myself to smile as graciously as i could

and explain to her that "i'm not really in a dating kind of place

right now, y'na'mean?"

call it fate, call it luck, call it karma.