Still stuck in my head and feeling sorry about the job interview that wasn’t meant to be.

I think part of the funk is realizing that as much fun as it is assuming the role of a misanthropic loner who enjoys her solitude, I’m really a great yellow ball of sunshine. Yeah, deep down I’m a people person.

Anyone want a hug?

I even miss a bunch of comics back there in Boston. Thursday night is especially lonesome on that score, since it had become somewhere between a routine and an addiction to hang at the Walsh Brothers’.

Nah, the addiction crack lessens the essence of the fun I had there. Sure it was an excuse to drink to excess among friends, but the friends part is the key. That and the pranksterism.

For nostalgia, I’ll relink this video of my aiding and abetting their riding my bumper:

Other than that, I never thought I would write the next sentence, but it’s coming. I take comfort in the quietness of the house, except for the rhythmic snoring next to me.

(By the way, my Puritanical New England streak runs so deep in its insipid prudishness, that I hesitated to write the snoring was next to me. Like you all be thinking out there that I moved 3K+ miles and ended up in a twin bed and a separate room.)