Speak

I have nothing intelligent to say. Nothing of any importance outside of catering to my own vanity.

curiosity//< I have no idea how or why that word is there, it shall remain.

Before I made my entry today I gave consideration to my current state:

By acknowledging the reality of my limited knowledge and understanding and examining whether my shortcomings should rule out a willingness to speak/write. Deciding that it is still worthwhile to speak up even without intelligent things to say.

Yesterday, I totally pushed the boundaries with my wild night of drinking: I sucked down a six pack of Maximus Colossal Beer and one bottle of wine while watching Weekend at Bernie’s on TV. As my buzz increased, my thoughts turned to an ex-girlfriend from high school and I considered sending her an invite on Facebook to tell her that my parents have passed away (not the right time, I know). Just then, I got a call from the fire department informing me that one of the hydrants in my service area had been wiped out and that they had it with them at the fire station. Not willing to waste a buzz, I grabbed my dog and we took a trip down the street to survey the damage, all the while feeling fairly heavily intoxicated – right on!

Once at the scene I found what used to be a hydrant was nothing more than a hole in the ground. As for the friend invite, my courage to reconnect was rejected and I was blocked. Now I must figure how to retrieve a 500 pound Hydrant from the fire station without injuring myself, damaging my vehicle or creating a gravitational well capable of sucking me into another dimension…