This is turning out to be a very bizarre, very surreal week for yours truly. I'm not completely certain what to make of it or what to think. I don't know if it's the NyQuil and booze "health regimen" I'm on or what. Just a strange combination of weirdly conflicting things.
Yikes, this post is in danger of devolving into cryptic existential mush. And quickly too.
Do me a favor this week, would you? Find something that you really like to do and do it. Go to a movie, go outside (it's going to be gorgeous), go for a walk, go get dinner at a fancy restaurant, or go get a Double Whopper from Burger King, go read a book, go do something fun.
And if that thing just so happens to be going to a sketch show, I know of one on Friday night.