Feb 20, 2007

Mardi Gras

I've been really slack over the last few days, but I've been trying to crank out the last fifty or so pages of the first draft of my second novel, so...

Sorry. So Sorry.

I hope things have been well in BloggerLand. Mardi Gras is today, and I don't know of any way to celebrate it well in Athens, GA. I'm a half-decade older than most of the people going out tonight, and I just plain don't feel like going through that nonsense. I'm just...so...old now.

Relatively speaking. I'm not old in the, I've got to have my MediLert in case I break my hip, stage, but I definitely have the mid-twenties Blues.

Nothing a little beer-drinking can't handle. But nothing big. I can't handle the thought of looking at co-ed boobs right now. Pity me, huh?

Bear with me while I go through this dark period in my life.


  1. I think they call that a quarter-life crisis...

  2. Yeah, I'd say I'm right in the midst of mine. And I have the added pressure by way of the fact that I'm moving from Athens - moderate-sized city - to Atlant - ginormous city - in five months. I get cold shivers about it!

  3. Mid-twenties blues are nothing. Early-thirties blues are way worse. Then, you think about going out for drinks to celebrate Mardi Gras, and ultimately decide that (1) the young kids in their twenties will annoy you and (2) drinking will interfere with your ability to work on Wednesday. So you opt to stay home and watch TV. Pathetic.