Self-Indulgent Ramblings

This year is proving to hold a particularly trying holiday season. Stress everywhere, counting down to relief only to have it denied by a big fat frickin’ blizzard, having to take a good hard look at what you want and don’t want and can’t have and trying to figure out exactly what to do about all of it… and feeling completely powerless and really lonely.

And… then… when you think you’re going to go do something fun… seeing THE MOST DEPRESSING DAMN MOVIE EVER MADE.

I mean, seriously.

I need to go watch something else so I can wash the “I want to kill myself” out of my mouth.

Anyway… wish me luck. I’m supposed to begin what’s left of what was supposed to be my 6 day vacation (now 2 1/2) tomorrow. But hey. At least I probably won’t have a movie on the flight… which reduces the risk of extra depression due to too much drama or too much Wayans Brothers or something.

Okay, you know where I’m supposed to be right now? I’m supposed to be sitting on an airplane on my way to Detroit, where I would then make my connection to Denver to spend a week at home, relaxing with my family and participating in general Christmas merriment.

Where am I instead? I’m at my desk in my office… blogging about the fact that I’m not on the way home.

Why?

Colorado is closed.

There’s a big ass blizzard. They closed down the airport yesterday and all day today. They’ve closed down all the highways. When I say Colorado is closed… I mean the literal kind of closed. So I spent a lot of time on the phone with parents and airlines… and I finally managed to secure a seat on a flight Christmas Eve. So I should still be able to get home. I’m hoping things will be clear enough to be operational by then.

In the meanwhile, however, I’m grouchy. As stressed out as I’ve been lately, I really needed this week at home to unwind - it even included a couple of days before my other brother got there (he’s coming in on Christmas Eve) so that I could really enjoy some down time.

So right now, my mom and my youngest brother are stuck in Breckenridge with a broken down car… and they couldn’t drive home even if they wanted to (but apparently the skiing is great). My other brother is in Anchorage… where it is also snowing. I am delayed 3 days… giving me only 2 1/2 days at home instead of the 6 I had scheduled… if I’m lucky.

Argh.

Belgians.

Yes. A Belgian state television station reported recently that Belgium had split, the royal family had fled, Flanders and Wallonia (the two main regions) had become independent…

And it was all a hoax.

That’s awesome.

Of course… the disclaimer that it was a fictional news report didn’t come until late in the program. Everyone freaked out! In the grand tradition of Orson Welles, they managed to spark a genuine panic. And I say good for them. I would probably have made the fiction disclaimer more apparent (slightly)… but overall, I’m in favor of parody in all its forms. So way to go Belgium!

… get old. I mean, it’s just not good. I’m figuring I could check out some time around 50 or maybe even 60 and be fine with that. {shrug} Anyway, what brought this on? This article.

And I don’t want my life to be complicated anymore. Could we just simplify? That would be great. Every time I start to think I’m starting to get things figured out… BLAMO.

I got an email just now with this subject line:

Holiday fun from Equifax.

Umm… call me crazy, but somehow I don’t think Equifax has much fun to offer me… specifically holiday fun.

And I have a really yucky cold.

I can’t seem to stay healthy! What is this!?!!??!?

There. That is my disjointed, phlegm-y rambling for the day.

Enjoy.