Why I Sometimes Shouldn't Be Allowed To Write

I was going to write about how much my job sucks, but I've just finished watching The Colbert Report...I'm most of the way through an overfilled glass of Merlot...and Kansas is rubbing my back. Suddenly can't seem to find the will to bitch about how I'm being told that the job that I've devoted several years and countless hours to is "unnecessary". Grrrrrr.

Hold on, I need to refill...

Have you had a Charleston Chew lately? Deeelightful, they are. I don't know exactly what nougat is...but like the invention of polyester...I welcome it with open arms.

Usually I need to have something to look forward to to get through my days at work. Something big that I can only achieve by schlepping my sleepy ass to a place that provides me with a paycheck every two weeks. Something like a vacation. My last vacation was to Morocco last October. Though that trip didn't turn out the way I imagined...it was still incredible. It was also a useful exercise in discovering who I needed in my life and who I didn't. And, most importantly, it allowed me to put my saucy red Diesel sneakers to the ultimate test...the Sahara. They passed with flying colors. Well...the colors are a might dingier now...but you get the idea.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say here is that what I think I've been missing from my life for the past several months is a new mission. A new vacation to work toward. And now I have one. In February Kansas and I are going to spend our 1-year anniversary traveling through the Czech Republic, Hungary and Romania. To say I'm excited would be an understatement. But to be honest...the last time I traveled with someone, it didn't go over so well, so there is some nervousness there. Of course, if Kansas decides to leave me in the middle of Bucharest...well, let's just say he'd be going home with one less limb. And not one of the four you'd expect.

Sorry...got a little carried away there. Damn corner store Merlot. But I tell you all this for a reason. I've been to the Czech Republic. Went when I was 17 and more concerned with drinking vodka in the square than seeing the sites, but, you know, I saw the major things. However, I've never been to Hungary or Romania. If anyone out there has and they know of anywhere I MUST see, or anywhere I MUST stay or any place I MUST eat...you MUST let me know. Lawd, I'm just SO dramatic.

Peace out bitches...I'm getting a cookie.