さる, by Jaako on March 8, 2008 through Flickr via Creative Commons

I feel like a sorry addict pedaling the same sorry plea that this is the last time I pawn off our VCR to find cash for my habit. Except, who would even buy a VCR nowadays? Honestly, I don’t even think I could find one at a garage sale, especially a stand alone one. Not the new kind that has the fancy regular DVD player in it, you know since everything is blue ray now.

So back to the poo storm. Well I’m doing that whole graduate school thing where they make your read, then write, then read some more and more and more to the point that words like “the” sound funny and you begin to question if it is even a real word in the dark hours of the night when you should be sleeping.  Well, that has been me and my lovely wife. Our date nights have turned into coffee shop visits where we deeply stare into our computer screen for hours, sitting across from each other without saying a single word for hours.

On top of this, I decided to teach a class to first semester college freshman on the basic skills to succeed. Which sounds all nice and wholesome but teaching a Monday and Wednesday 8am class was not a good idea. It is like pulling teeth to get them to talk, and trust me no one wants to hear me rattle on for 50 mins about why actually reading your $150 text book is important. Then again, what do I know, sure never take it out of the packaging at the cost of a failing grade and the bookstore will give you more money when you resell it to them, you know like $5.50 instead of just $5.

I tried to be a good blogger but then the poo sprinkle turned into an all out shit storm as if an army of 1,000 monkeys decided to wage war on me. Yet that dark smelly cloud is starting to break apart, I blame it on the lack of fiber in their diet. That or you know my classes are about to end, the ones I take and teach…on November 12, in like a week and a half. Can you tell I’m excited? @(^_^)@  <— how about now?

The only crappy thing that has skidded into this poo storm is that my car got the death touch. It will cost at minimum $1,200 to fix it and it won’t last me the 12 months till I run away to South America. This means I need a new car and instead of spending my fleeting free moments at work blogging away like a good little monkey, I’ve been searching the depths of CraigsList for something to get me to work without violating my wallet in naughty ways. I think I’ve found a truck, it looks and drives nice, a mechanic is going to check it out tomorrow and may be mine by the week’s end. That is, if all goes according to plan. The down side, is this will all cost me around $1,500 out of my savings for backpacking the world and all. True it is more expensive then fixing my car but I’m not sure fixing my car will fix it for more than 1 month. It’s getting to that point, sad to say.

So to make a long story short, sorry for not blogging. I miss you. I really do, and I have a few posts in mind and a few New Brew Tuesday‘s that I owe you. So drink one for me and see you in a day or two.

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