Annoyed

I sat down this morning at Rituals for a late breakfast, early lunch before tackling a LONG day's work/stuff/hell/entanglements/etc/etc. Just as I was getting underway reading all about the uterus and ovarian duct the "news" show--HLN network for anyone who cares--came on with this celebrity dog squeeze about Kim Kardashian (who?) and Demi Moore (ok, I actually know who that is). Three or four "commentators" proceeded to inject their opinions into this "fued" over the song "Big Pimpin'". After the realization that I had actually been watching this drivel and then a second realization that I had actually been paying attention a small part of my soul died. It died for those three or four commentators' pitiful existence. It died for the brain drain television that we're subjected to and the people who would rather watch that drivel and its American Idol, Survivor, Desperate Housewives ilk. Shortly before I could scramble my headphones to drown out this mind-numbing hogwash a story came on about how Levi Johnson (remember him, Sarah Palin's daughter's baby's father) was going to, in his own words, "slam" Sarah Palin's current show. At that point I literally wanted to rip the television off the wall. Thankfully common sense and a heavy dose of ear-splitting techno put an end to that idea. Then a new idea came into my head: Can we please send Sarah Palin and her cronies, and all of those numbskulls turning their lives upside down over Kim Kardashian to some shack in the Alaskan tundra? Then I thought, well, there might not be many people left. Frankly, I'd settle for Sarah Palin and her cronies because they have the potential to actually make decisions...and that disturbs me immensely.

Back to the grind...

As of 8 January I'm back in Dominica. Yippee, right? The first few hours were completely awful. With my entire being I did NOT want to be here, and I couldn't have cared less why I was. Just take me back tot he airport and let me go home. I'll figure something out for the rest of my life. Of course, after a massive whine fest that would give any three-year-old a run for his money common sense prevailed. What would I do when I get home? Answer -- nothing worth leaving. It's temporary, hopefully when 2011 rolls around I won't have to come back here and I'll be THAT much further along to achieving my goal. So I did/will continue to just eat it and deal with it -- as will everybody else in my position. This isn't home, and three weeks of doing nothing but what I wanted to do was, in retrospect, guaranteed to result in a let down or feelings of morose. Of course, a nasty stomach bug that manifested itself the first night in Puerto Rico didn't help either!

My brother and I went to Puerto Rico for a few days to just hang out and see a little bit of Puerto Rico. All good and well. Around 7pm the first night I felt like I'd been on the losing end of a chicken fight with a Mack truck. Around 9pm I made myself acquainted with the toilet bowl. Due to violet circumstances we maintained our close bond for the next 8 hours. Yippee, right? The next day I felt like I'd been run over by two Mack trucks, but Michael was there and so was I so I set my jaw and tried to make the best of it. We had five to six hours where we went to the Bacardi factory and Old San Juan which was fun. After a while though I was aching all over and had to go back to the hotel. We had planned to head back in the late afternoon/early evening because Mike wanted to watch the National Championship, so this was about an hour or so earlier than planned. Oh well. We got back and I took a two hour nap. This was not food poisoning as I originally thought!

Flying down here was an infinitely more pleasant experience than either my flights to or from Dominica last semester. Dear Lord was it better! Last semester I had to fly LIAT inbound and outbound because there was no other choice. I promptly swore that I would do everything in my power to ensure LIAT was never an option ever again.