Sometimes snake eyes can bring down the house.

Hey there,
A pleasant Monday evening to you all. I'm sure that you've been well as it seems most have been. I,personally, can't seem to shake the feeling today that although I am completely certain that I don't have anything that I should (we'll overlook the fact that "should" could easily be defined as serving at a soup kitchen etc.) be doing something else. Which is not an altogether pleasant feeling. I'm sure many of you have felt things similar to these lingering paranoia pangs but believe you me this is the worst case I have suffered in this many years.Metaphorcal red creeping into the corners of my eyes. It's almost making the slow transition into physical symptom manifestation, making my stomach uneasy and my feet itch. I suppose I could explore the reasons why this could be going on....

1.) Perhaps I completed a task not to its entirety, and subsequently am feeling a lack of accomplishment from my lackluster performance (sorry Kerry maybe next year). However, although I will grant you that the possibility of me flubbing something up is distinctly large, I hardly think that anything I participate in could be this detrimental. At least to me. I try very hard and am quite successful at limiting the amount of activities I involve myself in that could potentially bring harm on my house. After all, I have the Simmons crest to defend.

2.) I realized that time is probably better spent doing something other than watching step by step re-runs while writing in some blog. Although these are both noble endeavors there are those that claim (and I'm not giving value to either sentiment) that time allocation is important to task management. That being said have you seen the episode where Al becomes a women and J.T. realizes it? I thought so.

3.) Comic books don't correlate with real life to the degree to which I was lead to believe. Albeit they serve as huge metaphors and aid greatly in the art of attracting women. It would seem as if both chicks and society don't dig wearing a cape as much as I thought they would. Tragic.

4.) I actually am forgetting to do something. Very unlikely.
(ed note: it was the authors great great grandfather whom after talking a much winded Llyod George into getting some Arby's on the way to sign the Treaty of Versailles, was heard to say upon being informed that Mr. George was now late to the meeting, was heard to say "Oh crap."

Although I recognize that there are many other candidates for reasons which I would being feeling these trepidations I believe those to be the leaders. Too bad that partying 'till five a.m in Damascus was last weeks excuse. I should pull it together.

To you the reader, I bid you adieu, I wish I could spend more time with you but alas, there is work to be done, and, ironically enough it's to be spent honing my writing skills via a Junior Comp class. With any luck, next time I rap at you it will be from the guided pen of a junior collegiate level writer. But I wouldn't get your hopes up.