So God kicked me in the shin

Hey all, every now and then I return to this Blog spot. Not usually out of nostalgia, or however it's spelled, but out of accident. I tend to follow links on my friends pages until I end up in the last place I usually like to be, which ironically, is where I am.

"M" is here and living with me. This is good. We fight. This is bad. Not very often. This is good. I've started to exercise everyday, eat less red meat, i don't smoke, and i drink a lot less. This is bad. It's completly contrary to my charactor. To catch the post up, Thanksgiving went well, as I'm sure you assume, for the reason that she moved out here on December 31. She' was a true trooper about it. Drove like 2000 - 2500 miles in two day, alone, in a rented van, full of crap. She got kudos's for that. She's been slowly prying and twisting my arm till i'm slowly becoming healthier. I'm just now starting to notice it. For example, I woke up the other day, remembering not only what i did the night before, but where I was when i actually "woke up."

As for the god kicked me in the shin comment. Me and my mother, who is typically my only ally, got in a fight the other day. Those have become more frequent, and that's no good. THis fight was soon to be followed by a day or two of silence, then by a phone call. From my sister. During a CAT scan, that she needed to check for evidence of injury she sustained in a car accident last December, they found a lump on her brain. They say it's 50%/50% MS. Could be something else. My mother left in a hurry, and I didn't have much of a chance to talk. I supose there's always later, unless you find a lump on your brain and die. "Don't you hate it when humor is mixed in with a very dark and depressing subject, and the author give no inclination to wether it's humor, or a sick comment?"

I'm actually thinking i might pick this thing back up again, use it for a half assed journal, and a half assed attempt to contact the real world. I haven't dicided on wether or not I'll have a third or possibly fourth half. So maybe I'll see you all soon. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll become rich and never see any of you jerks again. Just kidding about that. I'm a vouyer of humanity, I would probably pay to watch you jerks, but to be jerks to other people, and with funny pre written dialogue. Actually... I could probably just buy a lot of extra TV's and forgo all the extra trouble. Anyway...

Remember, when in doubt, tell a joke. If they don't laugh kick em in the shin and run.

Actually remember this instead, if you gotta say something, but you don't know what to say, say the most outrageous, poorly thought out, garbled, gibberish thing you can think of, that way, they won't know if it is you or them, and they will be to afraid to ask.

Something you really need to remember, is to laugh, it will keep you going...

at least till the cops lay down spike strips.

Always and forever, Mister Marcus

::Kicks reader in shin and runs away.::