Wallowing in My Own Crapulence

"With Smithers out of the way, I was free to wallow in my own crapulence"

Mr. Burns to the Springfield Police



I don't recall the particular Simpsons episode (perhaps when Maggie shoots Mr. Burns?) but I've always loved the phrase since. Kind of sums up how I'm feeling in a funny but poignant way. Besides not sleeping well as of late and not working much, things are fine, all things considered.

There have been a few bright spots for me though. For example, a friend was moving so she decided to donate a bunch of stuff to me including a printer and a tv! Sweet deal, no? Free tv's and printers don't fall from the sky. All I had to do was to go to her apartment and pick up the loot. Unfortunately, a tv isn't exactly something I can lug through the streets and into the subway. So I had to pony up the mouse for a cab, no problem. The cab ride cost me 17 euros. A few days later when I got around to setting up the tv, I discovered it doesn't work! At this point, it will not turn on at all. I assume that it worked for her and that this wasn't some sick joke being played at my expense but I'm more than a little irritated at the moment. In fact, tv's might start falling from the sky very soon.

I suppose that one doesn't count as a bright spot after all. Okay, here's one. My friends and I have been trying to set up a 5 on 5 soccer match for quite some time and last Wednesday we finally had the field reserved, the players signed up and we were ready to rediscover our glory days. With ten guys everyone pays five euros and it's a cheap night and a really good laugh for an hour. The field was reserved for 9 o'clock. Twenty after 9, there were four of us and for some reason the other guys didn't want to call it off for the night and slip out the side hatch as I had suggested at the start. Of course, I ended up spending twenty euros instead of five.

Oops, that one's not really a bright spot either.

Okay, here's one. Florence was great and Kevin really helped me out a lot. We had planned on seeing this beautiful estate with some of the best grounds in all of Italy. The weather was wonderful all morning and then all of a sudden the skies opened up and there was a torrential downpour. No joke. We tried to hide under the roof of the Uffizi for about 20 minutes but then we decided just to make a break for it and run back to Kevin's apartment. Bad idea. We were bombed on by chunks of hail the size of marbles. Here is a little video of the rain and how I looked after, just for funsies. Sorry for the shoddy cameraphone video work. Make sure to check out David's Ass in the background (not the real David's Ass though).

I'm still smiling like a clown though.