Don't Let Your Son Go Down On Me

The water still stinks and I am dead tired. I learned yesterday that the reason for the strange taste and smell of my water was due to the melting snow carrying salt and debris into the Brandywine River. There is no need to worry because the EPA tested it and everything is A-OK. So even though chemicals, salt and garbage have found their way into my drinking supply I should still use it to nourish a newborn. Fantastic.

I smell bad because my shower stinks and I couldn’t eat my oatmeal because even boiling the water leaves a funky taste so I stink and I’m hungry. On top off all that it’s Wednesday which is usually my worst day of the week. Kristen works Monday through Wednesday so on those days I wake up around 6 to get ready and drive the lil’ guy over to my father-in-laws. I am really not good at waking up that early and by the time Wednesday hits I am more tired than Tom Hanks at the end of Philadelphia. Yes you could say I am low white blood cell AIDS tired which is not a fun place to be.

On the bright side since Kristen is off tomorrow we generally celebrate with some drinks and an overall fun night. Plus I get to watch Lost which these days isn’t much to get excited about. I mean how do you create a show dealing with philosophical issues like faith vs science and destiny vs free will and then over the course of four seasons dumb it down to the point where Cheech Marin is trying to outwit police officers while his 879 lb guerrilla son attempts to revive an Iranian mercenary who was hit by some tranquilizer darts while escaping the clutches of a self absorbed corporate mogul who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Oh yeah and then there is time travel just to add to the realism of the whole thing. Bravo JJ Abram’s. Most people take a turd and try to pass it off as genius but you’ve managed to do the exact opposite.

On a much lamer note I am going to try and get Billy Joel and Elton John tickets today. I can't believe how awful I have become. I listen to classic rock radio, never miss a Breakfast with The Beatles and George Thoroughgood has replaced Lucero as my favorite drinking music. I guess it's a little weird. I think this may be a topic for another day 'cause I gots to get soem work done.