I've Got the Plague

Ok, maybe not quite, but close enough. It's been a tough week and a half back here in NYC for me. First of all, literally within five minutes of parking my rental car outside my apartment after driving 17 hours from Wisconsin, I got a frickin $115 ticket for parking on the frickin sidewalk. Which, by the way, City Government, if you're reading this, I WAS NOT on the sidewalk! My tire was touching the curb. I hardly think that that was disrupting any traffic (pedestrian nor vehicular) at 5 in the morning. So take it back!

Then, I went on some dates this week, and guess what? I'm allergic to love or dating or people or something. I've figured out that I have a history of going out with someone and then a couple days later I break out in this unpleasant stress rash. Makes me want to hide myself from the world and that's where I am now, dammit. Was I that isolated and lonely as a child that any human contact I get now upsets my body chemistry and my face horribly mutates? Anyways, if anything, I think I'm gonna take this and do something with it, coming up with an idea for a story (play, comic book, whatever) based on this freakish curse that I've got.

I've also decided to get on the ball, just getting things done; but, it's a difficult thing to do when other parties involved don't respond. YMCA, if you are reading this, call or email me back! I want to join your gym/pool so I can get back into better shape. I've called and left messages and I've also emailed your membership director a couple times. I'm just hoping that you're not so understaffed that your membership director is also your pool-boy. Sheeesh!

And stupid IKEA, email me back about that bed I ordered. I want it sometime this year.

Now, dear readers, you may understand why I haven't blogged as much recently. I've been spending all my precious time in front of my mirror and in front of my computer checking my damn email.

Venting done. Thanks!