Yet again, I find myself in an existential funk.
Just when you think things are going pretty well, you make the mistake of ‘reevaluating’ your life and the choices you’ve made over the years. And just like every other time, the resulting epiphanies are dime a dozen and as always, a little disturbing.
I find solace only in the knowledge that there is nothing beer and a week long vacation can’t remedy.










January 4, 2008
What you need, dear Presti, is a nice (fill – the word we discussed last night). Plus, “there is nothing beer and a week long vacation can’t remedy.” Hallelujah!