That song was on the radio this morning as a I drove to work. What the hell happened to Hoobastank anyway?
As you prolly figured out, I am home again. No updates last night, as I was too tired from the traveling. Traveling can be just exhausting. I told some people to both "calm the fuck down" and "fuck off". Not surprisingly, both incidents happened at Newark Airport. But hey, I made my point. I was stuck in an AirTrain car with about 10 Jehovah's Witnesses in town for a convention (they had nametags on, that's how I know) and the people I yelled at were trying to shove their luggage carts into our already-full train car. I'm sure I gave the JWs quite a story to share with the other conventioneers. Their nametags all said "Deliverance is at hand!" and I was almost kind of wishing that they would try "witnessing" to me when our train got stuck, because I would have said "listen, the only deliverance I am interested in right now is PIZZA!"
It's not that I hate the JWs, I just don't have much respect for them. When I was a young resident chaplain in my former life, I watched a teenage boy die from internal bleeding. He would have lived if he could only have had a blood transfusion, but they wouldn't allow it. So he died. And I prayed with him as he died. From that day on, I find it difficult to respect that particular group. Although ending my weekend trip by being stuck in the AirTrain with a whole slew of them seemed almost an appropriate ending somehow.There's no juicy details from the weekend since I was Real-less and all, and from what I've been told, my juicy detail weekends are those that I spend with him. I will tell you though that there was an Exploding Whiskey Bottle, and I have to go to teh doctor to get some shards of glass removed from my calf and toes. The shards have been there since Friday night, after the rehearsal. They were hurting over the weekend but today they are approaching excruciating and they're looking a little scary. I can't say I've ever encountered an Exploding Whiskey Bottle before, and I can't say that I hope to encounter one ever again.
And besides, I've found a reason for me to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new...
And the reason is you.
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