Cur·mudg·eon?

n. An ill-tempered person full of resentment and stubborn notions

This blog has definitely been an odd experiment. Who would have thought that the timing of this collection of digital twaddle would coincide with a couple of uniquely miserable periods for el Jefe? Just an odd coincidence I suppose. On the other hand, one tends to mind the road when things get bumpy so I guess it was fortuitous in a way. Plus it makes for funnier copy. Usually one tends to gloss over some of the interesting bits of life when things are going well. At any rate I'd hate to think what people might surmise of my character from a casual read of this odd little corner of the internet. Upon review of the contents of this journal I would have to say that I've thrown up a representation of a rather churlish drunkard.

Luckily things seem to actually be headed a bit uphill lately. I'm actually feeling pretty good about how things are turning out and I'm sure time will reveal that all was for the best.
(Now that is twaddle)

Tonight is my last official night of procrastination. Tomorrow I have a paper due and I'm nowhere near completion or even half-way. To be honest, I have to say that I'm rather enjoying blowing it off. Things are always more fun, leisure more satisfying when it is done at the expense of something else. Tomorrow I'll be done one way or another. I'll have lots of free time again. What will that be like? Free time and sufficient income have always seemed an odious mix to me, but I pretty sure that's just jealousy.

In the end, it may spell the doom of this blog. I mean what if I turn into a fucking yuppie or something?! Good god, that last post was bad enough! Next thing you know I'll be blogging about buying a freaking Jetta, my latest weekend trip to do some bullshit outdoorsey activity, buying some tit house where my neighbors are two inches away, describing the god awful tights I plan to ride my bicycle in, etc! I'm fucking impressionable people! It could happen! (Well, not the tights bit)
Nah man, Fuck that. If shit like that ever happens I'd just as well keep it to myself. Hopefully my basement-inlaw apartment will help keep me grounded, despite the burgeoning realization that I suddenly need a lot of things. Ugghhh. Pretty soon my rich neighbors will stop giving me wary looks as I drive by in my heap. Maybe I need to rejoin the ranks of academia and once again hurl myself into state sponsered destitution. Maybe I should join the PeaceCorp..

Maybe I should just shut the hell up

El Jefe