never before have i been so thankful for a belch; oh that belch. the sweet breath from below that brought the taste of the delicious pesto sandwich back to the realm of the orally perceivable, obscuring the lingering maleffects of the wretched cheese. damn, it was some smoky-ass cheese! it tasted like i might expect it to taste if one made a cheese-flavored jello, but if instead of using water to mix it you incorporated an unhappy mixture of vinegar and urine. but enough about cheese!

although i love my movie thursdays, i think i kind of ruined this one for myself by renting some almodovar last night, so tonight i've had to come up with a new way to occupy myself. i've decided to have a cocktail party this evening. no one is invited, however. this is a party to celebrate me; i am the guest of honor. i feel that were i to summon other guests the focus would eventually shift to video games or discussions of literature or some other other undesirable distraction, which would force me as Sensible Host to have to be constantly trying to maneuver the conversation back to the topic at hand (namely, my cleverness), which is never a fun way to spend a party. also, though rarely have i felt self-confidence to have been in short supply, i must confess that i would feel somewhat awkward playing my acoustic guitar and singing in a drunken falsetto in the center of a group of friends. come to think of it, a party of one also implies the sweet ability to keep the party going full-force even when all guests are in the shower, or brushing their teeth naked before the bathroom mirror. it's possible that such activities may indeed be feasible for the group dynamic, but theyre just going to have to wait for their official social premiere until i have tested them out, which i will endeavor to do tonight.

good evening, and enjoy your thursday.

love, t.rex mccullen