BrockLi Soup

• Poop jokes are still funny. From one of my recent favorites, Dethroner.com (”Where every man is king”): A Brief Guide to Public Restroom Etiquette.
• This evening I watched Kicking and Screaming, which was very much like someone predicted, ten years ahead of time, my first year after college.

  I’m nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday. I’ve begun reminiscing events before they even occur. I’m reminiscing this right now. I can’t go to the bar because I’ve already looked back on it in my memory… and I didn’t have a good time.

• This past weekend was Shamrockfest, and I had a full house for it: BP and JL came Thursday night, Eric, Tasia, and Fonny on Friday, and Dan came Saturday morning (in addition, of course, to Mel, Jym, and myself). The actual festival was a lot of fun, but the rest of the weekend topped even that. The thing I miss most about college is the ease with which I could pull together a dozen close friends for a weekend-long party at the drop of a hat.
• That’s about it. Now that this past weekend is behind me, I’m back to being busybusybusy, and probably will be for another month or so.

The past few weeks have felt very much like treading water. Treading water while you’re holding a bowling ball. And also, you’re trying to feed an infant. And there’s a shark.

I kept telling myself, “Just get through this week,” but it kept turning into, “OK, now just get through THIS week again.” For a couple days, it was, “Just get through this month,” but now I’ve seen what next month will entail, so it’s, “Just get through this month, and then the one after that, and then? Then you can sleep for a couple days.”

The air is starting to clear a bit, for this week anyway. This weekend is Shamrockfest, and we’ve got at least five people coming down for it, and a half-dozen more that are already in town, so it’s going to be a rowdy good time. It’s exactly what I need right now, and Friday night can’t come soon enough.