The Big Green House

Monday, April 28, 2003

 

I regret that I have but one liver to give for my universe

Hung-over and mowing the lawn is no way to go through a Saturday, but that�s exactly what I did. I didn�t really have much choice. About the mowing, I mean. Of course I could have avoided the hangover, easily. Then again, these things happen for a reason. Perhaps I was destined to mow hung-over. Who am I to say? There are those who maintain that Larger Forces than you and I are at play in the universe; perhaps it was a vital part of the Unknowable Plan for me to be pushing that mower around the yard with a pulsing, throbbing brain. I�ve watched enough syndicated science fiction TV to know that you don�t mess with the Unknowable Plan without dire consequences � rifts in the very fabric of space-time leading to chaos, confusion, and (usually) the death of a guest star in an heroic yet vain attempt to repair the damage just before the last commercial break, thereby showing the regular cast the correct procedure to save the universe when they come back from station break. Given all that, can it be mere coincidence that I found that bottle of Bushmill�s Friday night, in the cabinet where we keep the dishware? The very same bottle which I would have sworn I�d finished off last week?

I think not.

Y�all are damn lucky I was thirsty, or else maybe we�d all be, like, erased by now.

bmarkey 4/28/2003 10:08:00 PM