Fire Bad

So I guess California is on fire or something.
Actually, the sky looked like it was on fire a few hours ago. It was dark purple and orange, and the sun was red. It was sort of neat and sort of pretty, in a Superman kind of way.
My coworker Tony said he could see smoke pillowing upwards yesterday and it looked like a volcano. Being new transplants, you see, this sort of thing is still interesting and unusual to Tony and me. The rest of the populace seems to regard these thousand-acre forest fires as other states regard mosquitoes. Until those mosquitoes set themselves on fire and destroy their summer homes.
I apologize for the lack of updates, but my job has been sucking the life out of me exponentially with every passing day. All I want to do when I get home is sit in front of the television with my mouth slacked open so that I can almost feel my neural transmitters shutting down. It’s getting to the point where I’m seriously considering laying out in traffic just so I can get some peace and quiet in a hospital bed. Do doctors give our drug-induced comas to people with nothing medically wrong? Just a thought.
I went to a wedding also last weekend that was tremendous fun. However, with all the running around, I didn’t get on the internet for 3 days, except to show the bridesmaids M for Meowdetta to ease the nerves. I think they were impressed. I’ll no doubt be invited to each of their weddings in the hopes that I have photoshopped my cat into other hilarious movie titles.
But I’ll save that for another day. It’s time to drool in front of the television.

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