Long Story Short

Alright, loyal readers, I must apologize as to our relative blogging silence as of late. I swear its mostly Joe's fault.

I actually have an excuse. And it all started with a Macaroni and Cheese recipe. Now, I am something of a connoisseur of Macaroni and Cheese. I like to experiment. Toss some hot dogs right in the mix. Throw some garlic and oregano in there. Put ketchup in

Sidenote Regarding Ketchup in Macaroni and Cheese: According to my research half of America enjoys this, and the other half are morally appalled by the idea. Its delicious.

But recently I have taken to putting tuna fish into my Mac and Cheese. I find it delightful. My mother found out about this trend, and was extremely worried about my mercury intake.

Let's just say that my mom has from the beginning taken a very direct approach to my health. Here is a brief story. I happen to be a diabetic, a fairly boring disease in the grand scheme of things, it just needs pretty constant management, and my mother liked to be in control. She always went crazy when I thought my blood sugar was high or low. So I was in 6th grade, and was taking at the time what I thought was a major math test. The test was about to start, I had several #2 pencils in line in front of me, I was set to go. All of a sudden the intercom buzzes on, saying that I needed to report to the nurse's station IMMEDIATELY. Now, I'm worried. Maybe my insulin was faulty. Maybe someone had slipped chocolate milk into my skim milk. The horrors man, the horrors. So, I breathlessly show up to the nurse's station. Turns out....my mother had called in.....because she felt like she had a low blood sugar.....and so she figured that I must have a low blood sugar.......I'll let that sink in.....Unknown to the scientific community, my mother had a telepathic connection to my pancreas.

OK, back to the reason why I haven't been blogging. I'm eating tuna fish with my Mac and Cheese. And my mom is worried about mercury intake. I'm home for the weekend, and she buys me six cans of tuna and tells me, "Now, this is all the tuna you will eat this month. No more." I shrug and say fine.

Now, when I go home, the only luggage I bring with me is my mesh laundry bag. Yes, I spend forty bucks on gas to save $3.75 on laundry money. Do you know how hard it is to find quarters! Anyway, so I put the cans of tuna in my bag on top of neatly folded khakis.

It was a rather uneventful ride back. I drive up to my apartment. Stretch. Scratch. Open the trunk. And inside I find that somehow during the trip the edge of one of the tuna cans caught on the mesh, and ripped my laundry bag! Quite severely actually. My neatly folded khakis! Ruined!

So now I have no storage facility for my dirty laundry, which has slowly accumulated on my bedroom floor. It is about a week after I got home that I was cooking up some Mac n' Cheese con Tuna (can number two, I'm getting sick of it actually). And I thought to myself, I would like some skim milk with this delicacy, so I get a glass brimming with watered down milk. I stride into my room intent on watching some sitcoms on their network websites

Sidenote: Being able to watch those shows online when you miss them might be the greatest thing ever. But it's losing its appeal. It used to be, that for every ten minutes of show, you watch 30 seconds of commercials. A good deal when compared to actual TV. But I was watching an NBC show...the commercial finished...and all of a sudden ANOTHER ONE came on. I don't know what they're getting at, but I conveniently forget to watch regularly scheduled programming so I don't have to deal with multiple commercials. Don't mess with me NBC.

Anyway, so I walk into my room carrying food and milk and stride towards the laptop. All of a sudden I trip on a pair of khakis in the middle of the room. I feel my momentum swing forward and I drop my milk to stop my fall. As if in slow motion, I see a great wave of white cascade on my computer (and not in the normal way). It canvased the whole thing, and for a brief second I thought it was OK. And then my screen kinda went "F you", flickered, and vanished.

So now my laptop is being serviced, thus my lack of recent blogs. I'm actually writing this on Joe's computer, and I must say his internet history over the past two weeks seem to favor redheads.

Anyway, long story short, I blame my mom.



Byah!

Rob