Damn, right now better be one fucking propitious time, or I’m fucked. EVERYTHING is falling apart, so I’m hoping that means order out of chaos, phoenix from the ashes and a goddamn rainbow.

My car’s roof ain’t doing that convertible thing and going up and down; my laptop won’t draw power and may or may not be under warranty; allergies are kicking my ass seventeen different ways; I fucking never made it to the local polls to vote yesterday (because my car and computer both conspired to get me); some shit went wacky with my weblog script so I turned some stuff off, and my place still looks like Dresden post the big war, and M. is due tonight at around 7:30.

Arggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Worst of all, all of my woes are so shallow that it amounts to whining yuppie rage. Oh no, my Powerbook, my convertible, my blog, my condo, life is terrible. Stab me, Tiffany, I think I broke a nail.

I’m stepping away from the ‘puter and throwing my back into making this place inhabitable by the arrival of the soon to be American – Citizen M.

If you know him, me, or us, and you want to shake the man’s hand, here’s the invite I created: