Well, Blue is still in one piece, doing okay healthwise (not wealthwise ha ha), but the blue shoe man's been writing this language acquisition course for advanced learners, and it's getting him down. It's draining, taxing, and there's no time to read comics (WHAT!), but at least it's paying them bills, ssssso STOP YOUR WHINING!! I'm sorry, I'm just a bit stressed. Stressed in an uptight non-comic-book-reading way. What could be worse? (Nothing.)
So what's the good news? Well, the good news is... not that Star War 8 is tru-u-u-u-ly great. No, sir. I haven't seen it yet. No one has. Except the people who have. The good news is... not that my neighbor has decided to hump twice a day max, and the good news is NOT that the new Cloverfield movie has been moved back by more than three frigging months to Feb. 2, 2018. Nope. The good news is that, come next Thursday, I'll have been married for five years. To the day.
So, yeah, come Thursday, and I may actually find my way back into that most beautiful space of all beautifully beautiful spaces: my own bedroom. (You think? No, I'm not so sure about that. We'll see. Don't get your hopes up. Thanks for the tip, though.) I'm what you could call the original couch jockey, but my snoring days are nigh on over. How come, you wonder. Oh I've lost 30 pounds and my sarcoidosis has more or less stabilized. It is now predictable-horrible instead of unpredictable-horrible. New coinages, you gotta loved them!
Anyway, I might need to buy a certain someone a certain present. After all, the past five years have not been easy and she is still there for me. What say you: flowers? (zzzzzzzzzzz) How about a Pat Hatt book? (Yes?) We'll see. Maybe a comic. Besides, I might get hit by that truck between now and Thursday, so I'd better not get too carried away. right? Right?
Nice talking to you.
P.S. Did you know that 99.576% of all language teachers hate, nay, loathe the word nice? Now, why is that? It's such a mystery.
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