Writing for the sake of writing.

I really don't know what to write about so I am just going to start spewing whatever comes to mind.

• Yesterday I got into an argument over virtues of the N'sync. I conceded that while the boys in the "band" (I use that term VERY loosely) are talented individuals. The MUSIC SUCKS ASS. It's disposable schlocky bullshit designed to steal money from pre-teen girls.
• Tasteless observation of the week: Am I the only one that finds ironic that Chris Benoit hung himself with the cord from his weight machine? I can't say I was a fan of the guy. (I haven't watched wrestling since the early 90's) But I do know what those guys go through. If you ever get the chance you should rent Beyond The Mat. It's a fascinating look behind the scenes of pro-wrestling. Maybe Benoit was going to lose his title the night he was supposed to be here in Houston I'm pretty sure that comes with a pay-cut. Maybe the stress of getting the shit kicked out of himself night after night made him snap. Most likely though his wife was probably going to leave him and take their son with her. God, why can't people leave a note when they kill their family and then themselves? Especially when you are a famous guy who is loved by rednecks everywhere.
• I really don't know what else to say right now so I'll stop here.

I'm Scared (part 3, decision time)

Okay. I have some options here. I can stay with the company and keep the same rate of pay, or I can accept 3 weeks severance pay and try to find another job. With three weeks pay I could get the hell out of Houston and try to start over someplace new. I have one hell of an opportunity here. What would you guys do?

I'm scared. (Update)

I have a meeting today with a corporate big-wig that is going to tell me something that I am not supposed to know yet. I have to act surprised.(Fortunately, I am a decent actor.) I am tempted to ask if I can be let go and given a severance package. I want to get the hell out of Texas and I think two months pay would be just enough to get started in my new digs. Of course I realize that this could backfire on me and I could just get fired for being such a ballsy fucker. I am dreading this. I have knots in stomach. I have been avoiding human contact. I forced myself NOT to drink last night (that kind of sucked). I haven't been this uncertain about life in years. I don't like it. I hate feeling like I'm not in control of the events in my life. I'm too old to go back to sleeping on other people's couches. (this is more than just pride talking) I've gotten offers to already. I like my own couch. So I have to respectfully decline.