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I mostly post these now for my own amusement. I re-read this one after I posted it and I thought I should save it. So here ‘tis:

How many couples you know met in a bar? - 27 (Denver)

Then again, how many couples you know met on craigslist?

I know you. You’re the one who “just happened” to check CL tonight even though you check in here more often than you’re willing to admit to your friends. Maybe you think you’ve got a pretty good life, a good job, good friends, maybe you have a pet who keeps you company at home. You have an eclectic music collection but in truth only a small fraction of those seven thousand songs on your iPod ever gets played with any regularity. Maybe you TiVo your favorite shows: shows your guy friends would never watch with you ‘cause they’re too “girly” but you think they really just haven’t given a chance, and you’re right.

“Destiny is a fickle bitch.”

I just realized “bullshit” rhymes in Spanish: “caca de vaca”

Sometimes I amuse even myself.

“Actors have short attention spans.”

This was an observation related to me by the son of the producer of my last show.

Hello! Over here! Still typing!

Good. Now that I still have your attention, may I comment on this observation? No? Hello? Hello?! Please stop playing with your phone. Is the text message that urgent? Oh, it’s from your friend. I see. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

…

Done? Good. Anyway, continuing on where I left… no, put the remote down. Yes, I realize my TV system is cool. I built it. It required focus and determination. And attention. Oh, I’m sorry, was I being sarcastic? … Oh, ok. I’m sorry. No, I really am.

Speak not of Sultry Spring lest Father Frost return, his icy fingers outstretched, blanketing us once more in his crystalliferous call.

It’s snowing. In Denver. Right now.

A lot has happened since my last post. Nothing momentous, just the tedium of an everyday life. I’ve been in two shows, I Hate Hamlet and I’m writing this before the second weekend of Thoroughly Modern Millie.

But I do not write this blog for a regular update. I’m sad. I’m depressed. I’m angry at the Universe. Or whatever name I choose to call my situational fate. Call it situational depression, if you will. I get down when I think of what I have not. Yes, I try to count my blessings: I have food, shelter, and quite importantly my health. But survival is not enough. It is not enough to simply live on this planet, to breathe and to eat and to deficate and to use up resources and contribute to global warming and then to die. I need more. I need to be needed.

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