Christ, it seems bright on here.  I wish I was drunk, but I am merely lethargic.  I have a new rule, no drinking and publishing.  Hence this is a rough draft.

Luckily for me and my budding blog, the whole week seems to slip away into insignificance and then a whole load of familial garbage presents itself on Sunday, so expect a theme for the next month or so.  I wont bore you with more shit-show anecdotes.  I walked a long way along the boardwalk today and went to mass, then I jumped in the ocean at dusk and it was a cold walk home.  I hadn’t eaten much all day out of a combination of penitential and dietary impulses, but as I shivered my way back on the ferry to the island, I thought, I deserve Tito’s and Chinese food.  Just as I’m nestling into my dependable womb amidst my current void of a life, Grammie calls asking how to download an app.  “Is it OK if you help?” she asked sincerely.  I laugh at my annoyance and figure she deserves a little help, and while I’m walking her through her iphone I ponder how if there is a God, he hates for me to be comfortable ever.   Then my shit-for-brains brother stumbles in with, I think, new facial damage, and Mom starts crying ,and dad wakes up from his nap and grunts and looks at the ground, and Grammie asks if gmail is the same as Facetime, all while Dawson’s Creek remains paused and my chinese food grows cold.  I would ask God to help me, but apparently that’s like asking some grommet with a super-soaker for a napkin.