I don't like Mondays.

Except that I do.

Usually.

Mondays, to me, are a day for fresh starts.

On Monday... I'll start eating more vegetables.
On Monday... I'll start getting more exercise.
On Monday... I'll stop messing with the high-priced hookers.

But, I don't feel that way today.

Today I'd much rather be curled up in my big comfy chair, in front of my TV, watching last night's episode of "The Wire" that I have pvr'd.

My fingers don't even want to co-operate with typing this post.

It's my birthday on Saturday. The 18th. (You all have five shopping days left.)

Typically my birthdays put me in a weird, introspective headspace.

Seems like it'll be the same this year.

I had a dream the other night that I was living in a WalMart with my friends Coo Funk (from "The apartment" quadrology.) and The Goat (the friend we went to visit in the volleyball player/werewolf thing.) I met Natalia Cigliuti and we started dating. Yes, also in WalMart.

My point? She's realllly cute.

Actually that's not my point.

Both Coo Funk and The Goat are married - as are an increasing number of my friends. And that is very cool. Especially since none of us are getting any younger or prettier.

I suspect that if you had asked someone when we were teenagers, which of "the boys" would be amongst the first to get married, I probably would have gotten a lot of votes.

Maybe I didn't have a point afterall.

I feel like I need one of those Monday fresh starts, but on a bigger scale.

Like I want to go someplace. Maybe Ireland. Maybe Australia. Grow a beard. Work in bars and restaurants for a couple months. Spend my time roaming and writing in some beat-up old notebook. Maybe work as a deckhand on some schooner. I know how to sail.

Maybe grow my hair. Maybe buzz it off. Maybe one then the other.

Definitely a beard though.

Maybe I need a new relationship.

Maybe my own idealism would just wreck it.

Maybe not though.

Maybe I need new t-shirts. 100% cotton. Size XL (or XL tall if they have them.)

I used to get bogged down on what ifs, how comes and thoughts on how I could have changed things in the past. I don't find myself doing that anymore. I spend my time thinking about the present and the future much more. That is a good thing.

I still have no idea what the fuck I am going to do. But, I feel better equipped to figure it out.

And I have a hole in my sock.

Labels: beard, birthday, introspective crap, Mondays, Natalia Cigliuti