Hollow ground

My face feels like it's going to explode, I think I am getting the beginning of a cold. It was that kind of day today... could it be I am just sad altogether?

Work was totally insane, lots of shit to do. I am noticing that I am spending more time cleaning up somebody else's (last employee) "whoopsies" than doing my own work. I spent most of the day on the road, scarfing down fruit snacks and Doritos.

Now not only does my face hurt, but my stomachs upset from lack of nutrition.

My father, whom I hadn't talked to in awhile, called me today. He left me a cryptic message on my cell phone "What does a lawyer do when he gets you on the stand?""Shit Dad, I dunno... what?"

"No, you have to guess."
"Uhhhh...*blow nose* interrogate you?"
"No...."
"Let's see, uh.. cross examine?"
"No.."
"Dad, are you in some kind of trouble?"
"No!"
"okay... well, he questions you?"
"Uh, nope..."
*getting more than a little annoyed* "Dad, I'm sorry.. I just don't know."
"He GRILLS you...lol."
I sit in silence, stunned. Besides being a bit of a time waster, I was actually getting frustrated that this conversation was going nowhere. "Okay Dad, what the hell does that mean?"
*still laughing* "When you get home, look in your grill."

So all day I wondered what was in my bbq.
Yikes.


Yes, the day only gets worse from there. I don't know what it is, but I am thinking that perhaps I said something to piss some one off lately. My reader volume has gone wayyyyy down. Besides that, I haven't had any emails or comments from the usual crowd. Was it something I said?
If anybody knows why they're not talking to me or enjoying my blog anymore... could you tell me? I'll be fucked if I know.

k. I'm going to go cry over a bowl of Chicken Soup, after I smoke the joint that wa left for me in my bbq.

Let's talk about porn tomorrow, I have a few I want to tell you about...