Fried Day

Another day with the wife smacking each other in the mind and heart.

I think we have finally seperated all but the files on this here computer, and a couple of tricky bills. All that is left is the actual divorce.

We can really get along well. We laugh, we talk frankly, we are polite to each other.

Then one does something that really annoys the other. Then the other tells the one, and frank turns to button pushing, and believe me, we know how to get each other.

They say Italians are good with knives. Well, it must be true, because my words stabbed her a couple of times today, and real good.

That, of course, makes me feel like shit. However, before I can remorse and apologize, she has reparteed, and I find myself bleeding from my emotion.

The high point would have to be when we were seperating wedding photos. Gee, do you think that might be a tough time? Any emotion being called up as you look at the photos of one of your best day, knowing that in a second you are going to fight over which of you gets to keep that photo.

Dicey.

At one point, she asked how it was we never killed each other. I told her that the desire for sex from the other is mortality's greatest protector.

Now, here I sit, drained and wishing I could curl up with a blanket, a movie, a nice dinner, and drink some wine and fall asleep content.

None of which I can do.

I don't have a blanket except my comforter.

My DVD is DVDisconnected.

My nice dinner is going to be the #2 at McDonalds.

The wine, actually, I will still get in the wine.

Fall asleep, ha, I have a show at 11pm that I have to create. Between now and then I am going to be pumping so much coffee into me. How do you think we make the funny?

Why do you think I will still need the wine.

Actually, scratch wine, it will most likely be martinis.

I'm longing to write something profound right now, but I got bupkis. I guess I am getting into show mode, and the emotional guide is shutting down to make room for the juevinile wit.

Not that my characters are juevinile, but poop. Tee hee.

Wow. This is before a sip of coffee too. Of course, the pot just finished brewing and the aroma is all over the room. Maybe I am doing a Pavlovian thing and my body is anticipating the coffee so much, I'm already getting pumped.

I must say I am looking forward to watching the show from last week. To keep the narrative going, before every show, we watch the previous one. Last week was the first of this Scandal! so it will be fun to see how it all looks. Plus, last week was a very entertaining show, so that is always fun.

You know, after reading so many blogs, and peeking into someone's inner thoughts and emotions, then commenting, and reading other's comments, I have come to realize that blogs are the singles bars for the sensitive and brainy.

As I sit here and think about that, it is damn funny.

So....

what are you drinking?