seriously how much longer is this gonna happen

i have nothing at all to say.

i just got finished watching mr. woodcock. there's two hours i'll never recover.

it's worse than having nothing to say. it's like i have nothing going on in my mind. or maybe just nothing that i would deem interesting. for instance, i forgot my father's birthday saturday so i called today and left a message this morning. and i admit i am a little worried as i haven't heard back yet. my stepmother had surgery last week so one would thing that they would be home. also, i really need to find the energy to do the eight gazillion projects that have a fucking chokehold on me and i dont' seem to have it at all. then let's see there is the ongoing - people i should be in touch with and things i should be doing.

i never talk about carl so here's a tidbit - here's what it is to have a conversation with him. i say, "maybe you can make pizza dough and i'll make some sauce - i'm gonna cut up some of that sausage to put in it" and he says "yeah, okay. well, you know the thing with your sauce is that you usually put chicken it" "yeah, some boullion" "yeah, well since we don't have any" [which we did/do] "maybe you could cut that sausage up fine and put that in there" you think i'm exaggerating or making this up altogether but i'm not. that is nearly word for word.

but the pizza was pretty good.