...I want to be sedated.

Listening to some Drive By Truckers, I am, and trying to get the ol' creative juices flowing. Could never hope to write stuff as good as them, but can get inspired to try. Right now the actual song I'm listening to is a live John Hiatt cover of the Ramones' I WANNA BE SEDATED. I'm off to a good start.

I'm pretty happy with my wife. I'm the kind of guy that is never going to be completely comfortable with someone else. I've explored this about me in a number of my writings, with the best line being: I want to be alone/but don't want to be lonely. That sums it up real well. See, I don't want to be more comfortable with just myself for company. I just am. Not that I'm a recluse or anything. I get along great with others. I just like my human contact in very small doses. Well, this is kinda taking off where I don't need it to go, so...where was it I was going with this?

Oh, yeah. I'm pretty happy with the wife, but should she ever kick me to the curb I know what I'm gonna do. I'm going to head straight out to Wisteria Lane and find me one of them desperate housewives. I like what I see in that neighborhood. There's a bit much scheming, but overall there's real potential to my plan.

It's Friday so I plan to head home at lunch. Unfortunately, Saturdays are shopping days and I married a POWER SHOPPER. Originally I offered up it as a shopping day because Sat here is Fri there. And why is that significant, you ask? Because all the sports played on Sat stateside arrive here on our Sun. So I need to make sure I am home Sun. I did that with the deal of I'll take you out on Sat, but give me Sun for my games. It was crude, but effective.

Then, when I junked my car and started taking her's to work I more or less stranded her here every day. She could take a train anywhere she wanted to go, but can is not the same thing as will. (She does the martyr thing pretty good.) So I extended the whole Saturday is Nong's Day routine to keep her from freaking out over always being home and, again, to preserve my sports on Sunday. Yeah, I'm a pig...but at least I'm a compromising pig. And just to be clear, I did not say the word "position", so no comments about a compromising position with a pig, because that never happened that you know of.

Allright. Closing this down for a few. I really want to write something. I'm on a two day roll and looking for a three-peat.

Corposant, out

Travelin' Ed