Months and months later

And there's hope.

As in, I just read some of my old blog entries, and I thought myself fairly clever. In the vain, mere hope that I may later find myself clever again, gentle readers, I've decided to blog again. At least for one night.

First, an update. I did, indeed, attend a wedding in Austin. It did not go well, dear friends, in that the girl I went left me stranded at the reception to hit on some other guy. Who, to her credit, she is still dating. Still, it was an annoying wedding.

There's been a wedding since then. That I attended. And in that one, I was locked out of my hotel room so that someone else could use my room for unspecified activities. Also annoying.

Listening to: "Everything Hits at Once", by Spoon.

So, I was in quite a funk on the drive home from work today. A bad mood, fo sho. I turned on the CD player, hoping that it would brighten the mood. I went from "Everybody's gotta learn sometime" to "Everything Hits at Once", to "Everything I once had". When I had an ephiphany.

Brace yourself.

I really shouldn't listen to my friggin depressing music when I'm already in a bad mood.

Now, it's time to sum up the last eight months. What have I learned? How have I grown?

Somehow, I have further sharpened my acerbic wit, become further disillusioned with the world and my miniscule place in it, and have become a bitter, bitter old man in a youngerish body.

Eh, not exactly what I had in mind. Life throws you some curveballs. What can you do?