The Frank Funny Farm

hey look, it's my first blog here. isn't that exciting? i may just wet my pants, which wouldn't even have to be gross, given the current downpour. i could just walk outside into the gray, wet world, which i have to do in a bit more than an hour anyway, so i guess i'll just hold on to my joy and wet my pants then. anyhoo, it's probably evident that i don't really have a purpose for this particular post other than i'm tired of school-working and we set this thing up yesterday so it seemed like a worthy method of procrastination. and yes, i have been reading proust, why do you ask? here is a short sentence. i think we all feel better now, we being the people in my head because i'm doubtful that anyone is reading this anyway. but that's ok, i'll be honest, this whole blog thing is mostly for me, for procrastination and brain-dumping and whatnot. and perhaps a bit of practice for my final paper in my "life-writing, or writing and the self or whatever the hell it is" class, in which i must, you guessed, it produce a piece of autobiographical nonfiction. uh huh. but i think this lil blog is also a bit for the scattered friends and relations, so they can feel a bit more in the know perhaps than whatever tiny bits i can remember enough to relay in an email or phone call. 'cause, you know, stuff happens here at the funny farm, but my lil brain is so fried from various things that when someone asks what we've been up to i can usually only manage, "uhh, work, school, occasional alcohol." while that may be true, it isn't always as boring and uneventful as it sounds. like right now, it's storming, so buckley is trying his best to get into my lap from across the room, but in tiny increments, so i won't notice. perhaps if he gave up the whining and looking around and obvious shuffling of his parts he'd be a bit more stealthy. a ninja, he is not. he sheds way too much to be a ninja anyway. not only could he never keep the black outfit clean, he'd leave a hair trail everywhere he went. easily trackable = terrible ninja.

anyway, i should probably leave off babbling about nothing (welcome to the seinfeld of blogs!) and go do something useful, like taking more bloody notes, or unload the dishwasher, or take a shower. or point out to buckley that it is now barely raining and certainly not storming and i do believe i see a bit of sun even, so he can stop with the stress shedding and un-ninja moves. maybe i'll start with that.

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