mudphudder

Yeah, that's how I roll.

…the mudphudder will play.  Today a certain someone went out of town for a five day trip to see the ‘rents, which means that I’m home alone.  Home alone.  Takes me back to a different time.  Except tonight I have two manuscripts that are in need of work and I have to move within the month.  I’m thinking this bottle of Bordeaux with a bag of Pepperidge Farm Milano Double Chocolate cookies will give me the power to plow through one of those manuscripts tonight.  Or put me to sleep and give me indigestion.  Probably the latter. 

So before I pass out or I start slurring my writing (already can feel the first half of that bottle taking effect), allow me to briefly wax nostalgic.  Today I picked up my graduation gown for the upcoming commencement.  Everyday I have more reminders of the fact that I’m jetting after spending eight years here.  Someone asked me recently if I was gonna miss the institution, and I said: “Hell no.  I’m gonna miss the people.”  I’ve met a lot of really nice people over the last eight years.  Today after I picked up my gown I ran into a security guard who I’ve said good morning to for the last seven years.  Today we talked at length.  I found out his life story.  And then I ran into a member of the cleaning staff who I’ve known for six years.  And so forth.  It’s pretty sad.  But isn’t that what life is all about?  Hear me out here–it’s not the wine talking–this thing we call life is all about experiences we have, the people we meet, the relationships we form.  Yeah, man.  That’s totally what it’s all about.  But it’s still sad.  It’s been fun, my peeps. 

I don’t know if it’s the, now 3/4, bottle of wine I’ve had but I have the urge to tell someone that I love them. 

I love you, reader. 

[Snoooooozzzzzzzzzzze]

May 6th, 2009 | Category: personal | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL