Ah, the bliss of laziness...

So, I gave myself a month to catch up with life and maybe get some writing done.  To this end, I put the blogs and such on hold for a month, and even took a few weeks to make filler cooking shows.  I have to admit that in the month that I gave myself, I've done nothing to prepare for getting back into the swing of my busy schedule.

I had thought that I would enjoy the time with building a back up of recipes and blog posts so that I could take it easy for some time.  This of course didn't happen.  What did happen was that I found my brain enjoying the rest.

As I look forward to the next week when I will get back into the swing of things, I feel ready to get into the roll of it.  I have a brain full of ideas and I'm ready to get back to work.  In a way, this was a brilliant vacation for my mind.

But now, I'm really fucking hungry!  I am ready to eat something egg oriented.  I'm off!

to the public:

really, fuck off.  I'm dealing with this fucking depression in my life and I could probably give a fuck right now... unless you can make my wife not so pissed off that she hates me and won't touch me... then just move along.  

a poem for today... and my depression...

I wrote a poem about how my day ended:

The banks clock claimed it was 99 degrees
and my wife asked for steak on the grill, please
And as always I do what I need to appease 
Only wish I could be treated not like a fucking disease.