spring breakin' it

Before I get into this one, I want to first point out that I. Am. Exhausted. So please forgive the shoddy sentence construction and lack of jazzy puns, which I've made annoyingly ubiquitous on this here blog.

Anyway, there's a reason for my current state of exhaustion. As it turns out, obsessively attending to The Anti DC each and every day -- and often several times per day -- has led to a fairly self-destructive lifestyle. I can no longer sleep for more than five hours at a time. I've stopped eating dinner because I'm too busy typing. Standing awkwardly on a stool and staring into my dirty bathroom mirror, I see how my current wild nerdy lifestyle has affected my physical appearance; the dark shadows beneath my eyes have become more prevalent and my signature ridiculously tight pants are now beginning to sag (the horror!).

But more equally important, my mental state is on the decline (and I think I've made it quite evident that my mental capacity is already on the low side...). As I sat reclined on my second-hand La-Z-Boy last night, eyes half-closed and stomach growling, I realized that I've begun almost exclusively to experience life through blog-tinted glasses. That is, the mantra of "how should I blog this?!" is almost constantly running through my head as I walk to work, do my job, ride the bus, go out, travel, shop, go to the grocery store, fill a (street legal) prescription, dance, play dice, shoot things, ride dirty...and the list goes on (check the archives). It's almost as if I'm a drug addict, but in place of mind-altering substances, I get my fix through writing mind-blowing (um, or mind-numbing...) rants.

The Anti DC is an obsession, albeit, a rather entertaining (hopefully) and somewhat productive one, but an obsession nonetheless. And too much of anything usually ends in shambles. So, to avoid the pitfalls of writing while on the verge of passing out all the time, I'm going to be taking a short hiatus. I need a nap. I need a meal of food. I need to crack my knuckles and just chillax without thinking for once (like our government). But don't fret over (or, um, get too comfortable with) my e-absence because, as with most addicts, I'll probably fall off the wagon in a couple of days...max...with some stories to tell and some exceptionally messed up sh*t to mock.

So, until we e-meet again (soon),

Marissa