11:19 a.m.

Sunday, Mar. 19, 2006

Down a river, So wide and clean

My tummy is not feeling like a tummy should. I think the second bowl of ceral is the culprit. Actually, my ability to feel my stomach, the stomach awareness, notable distension or at least changes in tension, is the culprit. So, the brain? Brain and body? Those tasty, tasty large bag immitation fruit loops? Desire? Now that's getting risque.

Right about now some winks would be appropriate.

It is about time that I get to writing about my days again, re-exploring my days gone by and past for delightful reflection publicly. I've had an interesting last couple of days that have revolved around me drinking away most of the evening. The drinking itself is not the interesting part. No, rather my approach to drinking so that I can enjoy some alcohol in the evening without having it stay over through the next morning, yell at me for waking up with a swift punch to the gut. "You'll lay still and like it!" screams out morning alcohol. See, I've decided to tap into alcohols well known, but oft forgotten, adversary. Every chemists favorite combination of molecules that leaves them in puddles of glee. I mean, I'd be pretty damn happy with this one as a chemist. I'm talking about the H2, with a lil' O. Yes. Water. Wah-ter. I'm not a chemist, though, but I do drink the stuff, and after a couple douses of alcohol I say to myself, "You know, some water will cool down this fire, keep it to a low roar; warm yet managable." There's water somewhere to be found: sitting in a pitcher, bottled for the go, or as just another button on the soda gun.

That's my new 'technique' to drinking, seeing as I've been having some unfortunate next morning experiences, usually involving me not wanting to move because then I notice how wobbly the world is, unsettled accounts in my stomach, and a bladder that peeps up from time to time saying, "um, hello, I uh, you know, gotta fill the pool for the kids...um, okay I'll wait." Bladder is a real sport. Thanks for holding on when I didn't want to stand and continuing to hold on while I convinced myself to 'give back to nature' with a little product change.

You know, that's not interesting. This is a cheap way to start a story. If I do this right, it'll be a three part-er, starting Thursday night. Hold on with both hands. Not that you need to, but you may want a nice blunt object to grip. Have you ever held a nice lump of cold steel, in form of a small bar, in your hands? Pretty nice.

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