Wow. Can you believe it's September already? I sure can't.

So where have I been lately? Well, let's see...you know how that Metallica song talks about the "soothing light at the end of your tunnel?" Well, let's just say that the song was right. Work has been a freight train...just when I thought June was crazy, bad, nuts, insane, and July was not close to a picnic either, we end up with a new designer who needs to be taught the ropes, of course, and then, now we're REALLY shorthanded, having lost an editor off the staff. This in the middle of August. I worked about 30 hours extra this past week and a half. But the month in general has been nutso anyway.

Thankfully, the month is over. But September, again, will be no picnic, I'm sure.

Mexico, which I went to for my buddy Luis' wedding, was great...the trip was fantastic, no doubt about it, and it was a fun-as-hell wedding. We had a good time and got to see another part of the world, which is always nice. And even though we flew out of O'Hare the morning that they busted those idiots with liquids in Great Britain, our delays were only minor, comparatively. We paid attention and switched all our liquids to our checked luggage...others were not so lucky, or just plain stupid. Then, some guy at the gate had the nerve to bitch and moan that they weren't going to let him on with his Starbucks coffee that he just bought...he went on and on about how it was bullshit and all that, and I was ready to take the coffee and dump it on his head. Dude, throw away the $3 cup of coffee and deal with it...there will be another Starbucks in Dallas (our stopover), jackass.

Speaking of the airport...you know, I'm just as much a man as any other...but I walked into the K.C. airport on Tuesday to return home, and I went to find something to read. I happened to see the Rolling Stone cover...how could I miss it, with a scantily clad Christina Aguilera on the cover--although I'm not a huge fan of hers, it's really tough to miss this cover, honestly. But, when I glanced, Kurt Vonnegut's name caught my eye...he had an interview inside. I had to get the magazine, of course. But then, it was funny--I thought, 'This must be interesting. I bet 9 out of 10 people who might see me with this magazine would assume I bought it for the Christina Aguilera picture(s). Yet, the ONLY reason I'm buying it is to read the Vonnegut piece. This is pretty funny.' I guess I figured anyone would assume that's why I bought it, when really, it was a more intellectual pursuit than just looking at Christina Aguilera's cleavage. Too funny. :)

But hey, back to your regularly scheduled programming...we made it back from Mexico, and only with minor cases of Montezuma's Revenge...we didn't drink the water, but we did have fresh salsa in a few places. Of course, my system in general has been kind of funky since, so I'm not sure if it's something left over from Mexico or just stress. Probably stress, but we'll see...

Which reminds me, it's about time I dragged my ass to the doctor. I haven't been to the doctor in about 5-6 years. But I guess it's time to start going. I will say though, this doctor better be better than the last one I went to, who basically came in, made me cough, checked my heartbeat and left, though I wanted a "full physical" I said. I will be specific with these guys, telling them that I think it's time to do some bloodwork and make sure nothing is floating around in there, among other tests that I should have done. Insurance should cover these things, and I should have the stuff checked and all.

But hey, that's about it for now, I guess...I don't know if anyone's really reading, but that's OK...as I've said before, this is all about historical record and whatnot. But I'm thrilled if someone IS reading, of course. :)