Going Down?

Time to write another entry for this blog.  Why am I here this early on a Tuesday?  Because the TV network decided they wanted to push NCIS back an hour in order to play Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.  Funny that I, one who dislikes the majority of what's on TV these days, should be disappointed over this.  I'm trying hard to wax philosophical here, but it's just not coming.  No, it doesn't look like there will be much discussion worthy material tonight boyos.

I could go on to some thoughts regarding searching your first name on urbandictionary.com to see what comes up.  I'll just let you go where that takes you.  After all I believe in personal responsibility for your actions.  I went there.  Doesn't mean you have to.

I could talk about how I feel like anything that used to interest me no longer does any more.  How I get little to no enjoyment from video games (Say it ain't so, Joe!) any more.  Activities I used to enjoy tend to be a bit of a bore.  Being alone has morphed into a desire for someone else.  Don't they say these are symptoms of depressions?  I'm sure I saw a commercial about this.  You know if you saw it in a commercial it must be true.

I could talk about the gun shots I hear.  I could let you form your own who, what, when, where, how and why about them instead of telling you about them.  I could.  But I won't.  See on Tuesday nights you can hear the gun club across the river shooting skeet.  See, it wasn't all as exciting (horrifyingly so or otherwise) as you were thinking it was, was it?

I could talk about the stupid fly in the room that just won't die.  You know how a fly stuck in a window will eventually be found doing the upside down red light green light game?  I've been waiting for this fly to starve to death for a week now.  Every night he's there, buzzing about in the room over by the window.  But you don't really want to hear about my homicidal urges toward a fly, do you?

I could talk about the fish in the sea, the birds in the sky, the cars on the road, or the animals in the trees, but that would all be boring if coming from me.  It would be so because I know a little about a lot.  Kind of like reading a children's book.  They're good for a quick warm fuzzy, but when you want something deep and meaningful, you'll have to have me in person and start digging.  Otherwise you'll be lucky to ever get me to open up.  I'm mostly a closed book.  Even to those that are closest to me.  Ask them if you like.  I don't really want to be this way, I guess I just am.  I can usually tell when someone genuinely cares about what I have to say and that's the only time I usually open up to anyone.  Unfortunately, what's in this book isn't something I'm sure anyone really wants to snuggle up to a cozy fire with.  I could use a pick me up.

Ech...  What's up doc?