um, not coming out today...

Some days, I could use a drink. Other days, I could use more covers to hind under. Then there are those days you hide in the closet with a bottle of Jack and Pooh bear.

Things seem grim lately. Hurricanes, Social unrest and looting, Iraq and that flu you get from licking chickens. Today in the NY Times there's a story about how the polar ice caps are gonna be a big lake by 2050. Good for water sports and gold fish, bad for humanity. These are the days it's hard to be a comedian. How do I make jokes when I can't even get out of bed? How am I supposed to be funny while Dr. Phil is living in a 6 million dollar mansion? "That dog just won't hunt", to quote that spawn of Satan.

I suppose I get up off the floor and brush myself off. Then brush off the mountain of dog hair on my sweater, and I move on.

Why do I tell you this? I have no idea. It's in my head and I felt like throwing up. Mentally, that is.

Have a hell of a nice day.