Ahh, the morning after some drinking and hanging out. I really must go to the bank and deposit my unemployment money. There’s something fitting in the idea of drinking and then depositing such a check. Next one I’ll buy some crack.

Can’t decide if the brutal headache I awoke to is from pollen or fermented malt. Probably a little bit of each. I am not immortal, I now realize.

By the way, I think it’s interesting that in last night’s late night post, I spelled “kitsch” and “kitschy” correctly, but I misspelled “homemade.” Says something about my brain, I think.

Today, I’m going to make up a couple of anti-Bush T-shirts and see if they’ll sell for a couple of bucks at the yard sale. Yup, week two of yard sale entrepreneur extraordinaire. I’m a glutton for punishment.

By the way, speaking of yard sales, from this craig’s list ad, I got an email asking about my Weber grill and patio furniture. I already sold my patio furniture last week, and I’m keeping my grill to continue burning shit a while longer. I sent an email back explaining these facts.

I got another email back from the same guy, sorry for the mistake, blah, blah, but he’s interested in the unicycle and turntables and LPs. OK, cool, no problem. But, then there’s the kicker, could he swing by today to check everything out a day before the sale?

Dude, what would make anyone think by planning a yard sale that I want random strangers coming by when it’s more convenient for them? Really? Why would I do that? The beauty of a yard sale is you put it all out there all at once, and you sit back as people come to you. It’s not that active, like, say, putting a classified with your phone number for one or two things and making appointment after appointment. If I wanted to do that I would.

I’d rather just relax on my porch with a beverage, thanks dude, than make appoinments with folks like you.

Oh, and for the chick who responded to my craig’s list ad looking for a HOUSE CLEANER that she would happily take away any of my unwanted clothes, but offered no help or response to what I asked for — Good for you for being so bold, but, ah, NO.

I have never in my life responded to an ad for anything, carved out my own needs and asked for them instead. I guess it’s good that the world has such forthright people in it.