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A thirtysomething living in the Armpit of America, New Jersey. With a wife, a house, a four-legged bullet named Maggie and a child on the way.

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Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Deep apologies for not writing. Lately, between workload at home and at, uh, work, posting in my blog is the last thing on my mind. It’s not that I haven’t been writing; mentally I’ve been giving this spot daily, if not hourly, updates. If I had a USB port on the side of my skull, I’d be firing off posts the whole day.

I just don’t know what’s going on inside my head of late. I seem to run on two emotions. The first (and more common) emotion is an all-consuming rage. The second is its antithesis: a deep, spirit-withering sorrow. The first makes me want to just rip the walls apart (good thing there’s a lot of sheetrock to be broken up in the basement), and the second makes me want to just curl up in a ball and whimper to myself.

Why I feel it, I don’t know. My life, viewed objectively, is pretty good. Work has been busy, but not enough to stress me out. Much. I’ve been keeping busy with the house, which normally leaves me with a feeling of satisfaction (it beats watching TV shows while watching my butt grow roots). I still go to the gym (five pounds lighter and looking this close to smaller size pants). I get enough sleep (enough to function; if I got all I wanted it could be mistaken for a coma) and everything else is good, or at least a pleasing shade of neutral.

So why is it I feel ready to kill someone?

posted by: Jiggsy at 08/10/04 13:44 | link | comments (3) |


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#1  20 August 2004 - 18:54
 
I say give into your urges and give murder a go. More work for me!

Unfortunately I won't be able to make it to your BBQ this weekend. I would have been a party pooper anyway being a vegetarian and all. Please have a drink in my honor though.

My mom used to call the BQE (the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway) the BBQ.

Emily
Anonymous
#2  22 August 2004 - 23:00
 
We actually planned for your veggie eating self! Plus, we had way too much liquor left over. You'll have to stop down and drink it.


Best quote of the evening:
"So do you think he's gay and just doesn't know it?"

"That reminds me, I didn't put out the fruit salad!"
Anonymous
#3  06 September 2004 - 18:35
 
LOL. Sorry I missed that one. I haven't been to NJ since early July. Not having a car anymore makes my almost non-existant desire to come down even less...if that's possible. But my mom's birthday is next weekend, so I have to get down there sometime this month to celebrate. Maybe we can do lunch or something. I'll give you a buzz when I know when.

Hope all is well! Mmmm, should I have just e-mailed this? Oh well.
Anonymous
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