Sorry

Ugh, the past two days I have been in self-loathing mode. I owe thanks and an apology to Hollister, Dave, and Craig. I think that I am over the worst of it. Needless to say, I need to take some time off work and get away. Who knows when that might happen though? At this rate I am going to have enough time saved up to take a month off next summer. That might not be too bad. I broke the news to my parents that I would not be home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. I have not been home to see them since I came to Detroit about ten months ago. Not that I am a mamma's boy but I like to play basketball with my Dad and Sarah (my youngest sister). I like to hear Meghan (my 19 year old sister) bitch about life. My step Mom can be the best or the worst though. If I can get her talking about politics, literature or art, she is amazing. The rest of the time she is condemning me for my agnostic status. My Dad offsets that though by pulling me aside from time to time and letting me know how proud he is of me. Then the other side. Des Moines is one boring city. If anyone has any complaints about where they live move to Des Moines for a couple of months then move back. You will have a newfound appreciation for where you came from. I did this experiment with Salt Lake City, perhaps the two most boring cities in the US. It works, SLC won to my amazement. Though I must say that it is always good to go "home" because I love my whole clan. It is nice to have family. I need to finish cleaning and pack for NJ. I have to pick up my boss, I will call him Rasputin, at four tomorrow morning. Oh the joy. I am, as always, looking forward to flying. I love to travel and it has been six years since I spent time in NJ. I wish that there would be time to slip over to NY City. I would like to see first hand the destruction. Not that I am morbid, I just want the perceptual realization (the smell, to see with my own eyes instead of the cold pixel of television). What those bastards did was insanity. Perhaps they will realize that as they lay trapped in their collapsed bunkers feeling the reverberation so distinctive to the explosion of a 500-pound bomb. With luck it will give them the same feeling of hopelessness that those who died trapped in the rubble felt.