Well, alive anyway.

Been busy, kids.  So no promises of wonderments and amazings.  Work has been keeping me busy, but not so busy that I shouldn't be able to do anything here.  It's the lazy still, though my energy is increasing by leaps and fucking bounds.

Yes, bounds.

I am now 18 days into eating a regular and healthy diet, only a couple of days into getting the exercise to go with it, but it's a start.  I feel better, think I'm starting to look better and I have some of the energy I was lacking for a nice chunk of my post Brooklyn life.

I'll have some more venting and ranting for you soon.  Until then, enjoy the "Bad Napkin Art" in the previous post and believe me when I tell you, that the venting and ranting will be amusing and shocking. 

Sounds like fun?

We'll see. 

AB 

PS Lost is on tonight.

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You can use this sausage on an Egg McMoody!

Lame Joke, I know.

Made Ill by AngryBob 

Not quite.  But read it here if you've been thinking about voting for Hillary Clinton in 08. It may save your life.

 AB

.: Someone has pulled up my site using the search phrase "working for Kosco".

I'm not sure how I feel about that.  There are 2 possibilities that come to mind almost immediately.  The second is that someone may be looking for yours truly, and decided that "working for Kosco" would be a better search phrase than my name.  

The first possibility is that someone was looking for information about "working for Kosco" and the poor bastard found my site.  Which may be enough to put you off of working for Kosco.  Because, hey, obviously I'm too overworked to update regularly.

That and I'm lazy and depressed.

Apparently, anyway.

Oh, third possibility just occurred to me.  It could be the second possibility but with a twist.  Someone could be looking for me because I work at Kosco!  Someone like a customer whom I have pissed off and made want to take revenge on me.  This is so possible, that it's almost likely.

Or not.

.: Been real slow with the comics and Ill-advertised stuff.  Like almost a month slow.

I'm lazy and depressed.

Apparently, anyway.

.: But seriously.  It has come to my attention, that even though I don't really feel depressed, I may be in the throes of some semi-serious depression.  I mean, for all intents and purposes, my life has really taken a downward turn when "my" kids were taken from me and moved down to Florida.  I was really sad when they left, but I figured "of course I'm sad.  Who wouldn't be, right?"

But I haven't really been doing much since Pip left.  At all, I mean. 

No writing.  Not really going out.  I work, I come home, I write about fifty words on a story I have no interest in, I smoke a cigarette and go to bed.

I haven't been like that in years.  Not since I "had" kids.

I don't know what to do with myself.  At all.

Suck it up, Bob.  The first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem.  And I do.  I really miss them, and it's fucking with me.

Okay.  Let's try and shake this, shall we?  I'd rather not post for months at a time due to being busy or lazy, rather than this. 

AB