Time Out

There's a FOXTROT cartoon that I'm quite fond of--Jason, the 10-year-old wunderkind wanders into the kitchen sometime in early October and announces to his mother, "Well, I'm done with my homework." "For the week?" she asks. "For the year," he explains, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. Then turns around, saying, "Excuse me, I have to go meld with the TV for the next few months." Well, I don't have months, but I have a new Xbox 360 on the way and a week to myself, so, with all due respect to my readers--and bear in mind, I love you all more than I can--f*** off, I'm having fun! Come back in a week when I'm miserable again--it's always more entertaining to read about someone's unhappiness than their stuporific joy--don't believe me? Go talk to a friend who's in the first flush of joyful, mutual love--then go talk to someone in the midst of a horrific break-up. Yeah, I think you get the point. Later...