Running On Empty

After the two-part miniseries I just put out in the Plague over the past two days (which may or may be titled "My Mom," in which case, I'm sure I'll be hearing lots of asinine "Your Mom" jokes in the near future), I'm absolutely tapped for ideas, and otherwise fairly emotionally drained.
I'm actually feeling a whole lot of empty at the moment - except perhaps digestively, as today we had another Free Lunch Wednesday, and so I gorged myself like a good freeloading student ought to.
As for everything else, well, I threw the last of my creative momentum for the evening into making a present for Jerrod for when he comes over. It's not much, but really hope he likes it. I've been thinking about him a lot lately; enough, in fact, to really put it down in writing, which actually speaks volumes in itself, as I rarely choose to commit those kinds of thoughts to words. Up until now, the Bubonic Plague Luncheonette has served as much as an entertainment forum as it has a sounding board for the events going on in my life* - but at the moment, I'm feeling more of a need to simply use it in the way most others have used their online journals - simply to muse and emote.

*after all, my life is one big sitcom. In fact, here's a contest for my antsy readers, if you will. Best entry gets the honor of "Plaguey of the Week," a coupon good for one free corn dog from Hurl and Swirl's Morgue Bistro & Infecteria, and a gold foil star sticker in the color of his or her choice. Contest: come up with the best title for a sitcom or genre film about my life. I think my entry is "Romancing the Porcelain Throne"

While I've mostly used the Bubonic Plague Luncheonette to loudly complain about everything and everyone, I will use it here in an attempt to really convey my humble opinion that "Jerrod is a damn cool guy."

He's my conscience, he's the voice of reason in my head, he's the kindness that I know that I wouldn't posess if left to my own devices. He tempers the anger that threatens to drink me up from the inside out. And he has the most vast understanding of the workings of human emotions that I have ever come across. Most importantly, he is my best friend, and my life would not be the same without him. I apologize for all the embarrassment I'm sure I've caused by writing this down, but Jerrod, if you're reading this right now... well, if you're reading this right now, forgive my lack of eloquence, as I've never had the gift for epic, legendary, Tristan-and-Isolde-operatic love, but I wanted the world to know how much I care about you. So I tried using this megaphone as best I could, and I hope it isn't too badly done. I'm looking forward to seeing you soon.

Further bulletins as events warrant.