Fast Limes at Bridgemont Die

Hello, readers. It's been a while, hasn't it? I apologize for leaving you all without my shining presence for so long, but as some of you are aware the deep abysmal misery (abysery?) that has gripped me all summer has only gotten worse, to the point where I am but a gnarled spectre of the man I once was, my trademark kindness, patience and understanding all long gone. It has been said on more than one occasion lately that I'm more quiet than usual (the amount of quiet I usually am being "a lot"), which is largely because I am finding myself closer and closer to exploding on people rather than ignoring their faults or making excuses for them, as I am wont to do.

But there is a shining beacon in the terrible darkness that surrounds me, and it is this:

I am going to California.

Those of you who have known me for some time (I.E. no one that reads this blog) are quite aware of the symbolic and spiritual significance California has for me, and would easily say that it is the second most desired vacation I could ask for (guess #1 and I'll buy you a coke).

And now it's happening. I'm going to visit my BFF Steve, who moved out there earlier in the summer, and I am quite sure I could not be more excited. Now, more than ever, during the Almost Worst Summer Ever, I absolutely need a break, physically and mentally, and there is no place I think I would rather spend it at this moment.

Today I smiled, readers. And not just because of Harry Potter (which I have been reading for the first time over the past few weeks, and in my embarrassing and incredibly delayed fervor have been consuming at a disgusting pace, such that I had to go out and buy all the movies to keep the high going before I finish book 6 and refuse to continue until the next two movies come out, so I can watch them without thinking about what's missing), which has been damn near the only thing I've cared about the past couple of weeks, but because for the first time in a long while I had hope. Something to look forward to that wasn't another world, entertainment. Something real and tangible.

Also there's a Sonic down the street from Steve's house and there is no goddamn thing I want more than to go to a fucking Sonic.

Did you know this is post number ninety nine of The Immaculate Chronicles? Following the normal arithmetic scale, post number one hundred shall be next. Stay tuned for a Philstravaganza as I celebrate your favorite blog about your favorite person.