I’m unenthusiastic about blogging today because I’m just flat out full bore unenthusiastic today. The privacy shattered Sharon used to josh me about being bored and tired with ennui. I have a complete give-a-darn attitude. I’m the embodiment of the joke song sung by Madeline Kahn (brilliantly lampooning Marlene Dietrich) in Mel Brooks’ Blazing Saddles: I’m so tired.

Watched The Exorcist last night in a rare Friday Night Movie after dinner with Oz, Deb, SuzArt and The Gary. Special guest appearance, also a great rarity, by the one and only Dan D. O’Lay, who won the rake off with a stunning bon mot that left the usually very quick SuzArt speechless.

Dinner was also unusual: we went to Hideaway for pizza after the Paseo end of the week drink rituals.

Afterwards, I felt it was too early to go to bed on a Friday night at 10:30 p.m., so I took a peek at the GSpot and saw Christian, off work from his gig at school and at his food service gig. He says he’s taking the month of June in Dominican Republic and it sounds great. Also saw that put-together band that’s fronted by the big, pony-tailed former front man for DeNada. It was the best band not seen by anyone last night, the crowd being quite sparse.

I’m buying nicotine patches today, folks, so I want to repeat: if I should offer to rip off your head and shit down your neck sometime between now and Christmas, don’t take it personal, I’m just trying to quit this evil nicotine weed I smoke.

Of course, even after I quit, I’ll still be “smokin'”, as Jim Carrey, the man behind the Mask, would say.

I can’t quite get up any enthusiasm for my lovelife right now. Just got offered tickets to a wine tasting at Cowboy Hall and I just don’t know if I have it in me to find a date and dress up. The prospect of costuming for the several masquerades tonight almost overwhelms me. Ho Hum.

Supposedly got a payday yesterday that will help me either pay off debt or finish my kitchen floor, I’m not sure which yet. Of course, I might still blow it on clothes.

My son is going back to New Orleans next week to get his stuff. I’m tempted to go with them just to see for myself what’s left of the coast and one of my favorite cities.

Lunch with Mom and grocery shopping are in my immediate future. If I think of anything else, I’ll either write it or forget about it.

…parting is such sweet sorrow…