crazy for cupcakes
Without having been asked for expressed, written permission, I starred in a dream last night. Someone in my publicity department dropped the ball on this one. What am I paying these people? Oh, that’s right. Absolutely. Nothing.
So, in this dream, I wrote a book, became an overnight success (as if I needed the help; I MEAN, I’M ENTIRELY SELFLESS), and ended up on Letterman. I’m ok with the success and fame, but Letterman… meh. But, if Andy Samberg can do it, why couldn’t I?
But as my friend woke from his dream and my fame faded to grey, it appears Mother Nature was ready to once again balance the scales between my success (though, fabled as it may have been) and misfortune (how sweet it is). Walking to the bus this evening, it began to rain. Blacksburg (The Other Windy City™) started to endure severe winds. The rain came down but the wind made sure it came down horizontally; thus, I shifted the umbrella to take the impact of the wind and roaming rain. My umbrella was ok for the first few seconds of the ordeal, but Nature won (per usual). The wind became enough that, no joke, it eventually pushed my umbrella almost shut. It was more humorous at the time than how I recall it at the moment. While the rain struck my cheeks, I actually started to smile at the bitter irony. Oh, bitter irony, I know ye so well.
Oh, and my book? It was called The Chronicles of Ryan Harne. No Less.