Weirdness

You ever have one of those days when you swear the people upstairs are all sitting around, incredibly bored, when one of them says "Hey, I know what we can do! Let's drive some sad little mortal bonkers by making their day akin to that of the main character in Dr Seuss's 'Wacky Wednesday' book." This is, of course, assuming the gods have read Dr. Seuss, which, judging from my life, they have. I think they have all of the books in first edition hard covers, truth be told.

The day began with my wife and I having to put up with ringing in the new year by listening to our neighbours sing karaoke until 4:30 in the morning. They cannot sing a damn note, have terrible taste in music ("Ache-y Breaky Heart" enough said) and the husband tries to sing Celine Dion songs. Justifiable homicide leaps to mind whenever I hear the mic starting to backfeed. Follow this up with 6 hours of nightmare filled sleep, a dog who's butt will not stop bleeding, more karoake at 11am until 3pm, sore knees, hyperventilation during sex (unbelievably scary moment) and then Blogger says it can't recognize my log-in name until I finally try to leave. This all adds up to fears of what 2007 will hold. And makes me believe that the rain we received today was really the gods pissing their collective pants at the follies they foisted upon me. Ah well, someone's gotta be the fall guy, right?

Happy New Year, one and all!