:: Thursday, January 27, 2005 ::

"My world's on fire; how about yours?" (Smash Mouth)

January:

A] The new year got off to an energetic start when one of our friend’s firework canisters tipped over after being lit. I can’t say that I have ever before been chased across the lawn by a green ball of fire before. I highly recommend the experience – surreal yet exhilarating (can something so fun be chalked up on the near-death encounter list?).

B] I’ve also been snowed in for the first time in, let’s see… EVER. Last week, Your Friendly Neighborhood Canadian Blizzard blew in, leaving us under more than a foot of snow. I was thrilled for the first day of being effectively stuck at home, more-or-less apathetic the next day, and consumed by the urge to bite things the third. Also, the snow apparently does nothing in the way of obliterating landfill fumes. This, above any of the dangerous substances my mother always warned me about (i.e. – sugar), is why I will die from cancer at 34. (Did you know that the FDA has imposed a limit on the number of fish caught in the Delaware River that one can safely eat? Answer: Zero per year. I kid you not.)

C] Lots of hospitally stuff. Apparently, Natalie might be a little too anxious to join the outside world, so I’m currently under house arrest. Lemme tell ya, I don’t mind having doctor’s orders to relax, although I’m finding it difficult to drink a lake of water every day as instructed.
Per readership request, here are Bump & I:



D] Q: What does one do under house arrest anyway? A: Scours job listings and writes cover letters, of course! Come to find out, jobs in my field with the flexibility to work partly from home do exist – they just don’t come with benefits like, say, paychecks. We’ll see how this goes…

Peace out.

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