i totally love you, man!

I spent too much time imbibing this weekend to write. For this, I feel vaguely remorseful and quasi-irresponsible. Just on principle, mind you. It's purely guilt for guilt's sake. I mean, plausibly, I should have been out buying a house and feeding the poor and cleaning my car, too. But I didn't do any of those things either and I have no sense of regret over them.

But I should have written.

Something.

And I didn't.

Having said that, I will take a lesson. In my excess I have learned once and for all that I am not of that fashionable ilk of brilliant writer-drinkers à la Faulkner, Poe, O'Neill, Rogers, etc. . . . Knowing one's limitations is a good thing. So I will not consider my weekend a complete failure.

Besides, it was fun.

Above and beyond that, I experienced that lovely moment wherein everyone around me and in my life and that I've ever met is just so loveable and wonderful and I'm just so grateful, you know? I'm just so damn lucky, you feel me? And while I was remembering how generally loveable and wonderful everyone is, I thought of my blog, because I love my blog -- not a person I realize, but hang with me a minute, because -- then I thought of everyone who reads my blog and I decided that I loved them (i.e. you), too. And I kind of wished some of you were there. I won't mention names, of course. Mostly because I can't remember who I was thinking about exactly and besides, it was a very vague sense of all-encompassing affection anyway.

But I believe that inebriation (at least in the early stages) like PMS, tends to bring out the truth. And as I stood at my sink at 3 in the a.m. attempting to allay the inevitable hangover with a few ibuprophen and several glasses of water, I wished I had the energy to open my laptop so that I could peck out the simple thought that you guys are loved. We don't say it enough. And it shouldn't be said only when we're altered. So as I sit here at the bakery at 8:00 on a rainy Monday morning, drinking a cup of coffee and as in my right mind as I ever am, I'm saying it now: you are loved.

Unless, of course, you're Jake Gyllenhaal. Then I don't love you at all.

Thanks for occasionally stopping by to hang out here, you guys. I hope you have an absolutely fantastic week.

Cheers!