November 26th, 2007

monkey pirate


I don't know why, but my back frequently itches. It can be embarassing, getting caught rubbing my back on concrete stanchions at work, dangerous trying to reach around while driving to scratch, infuriating to not be able to sleep because of it. I resolved a while ago to get a back scratcher, but couldn't find one anywhere. Ridiculous, no? Every Stuckey's on Route 40 has 'em, cheap plastic and emblazoned with the name of whatever two-bit town you're in. Nowhere to be found in LA.

There's no end to the itches that need scratching. I go through up and down phases, and this is one of the down, I suppose. I've been lugubriously nostalgaic lately, missing my friends and family back East. Experience indicates the oncoming holidays, again alone - will be cause for even more maudlin emoting. I'm not looking forward to it. But still, for every valley a peak.

I've been bitchy lately, and gossipy. I gave it some careful thought - couldn't sleep last night, so I had the time on my hands. I regret not only saying anything negative about a friend or acquaintance, but really even being troubled by it. My friends have forgiven so many of my own ridiculous faults and foibles, the least I can do is return the courtesy. And I will. I'm still digging down to find out why, exactly, I've been so irritable lately. (Lack of sex might have something to do with it.) But in the mean time, I can, at the least, treat the symptoms. I'm resolved to not open my mouth to say anything critical or unkind about others. I mean, naturally if I have to give a performance review at work something - or if we're just kidding around - but for the most part, no more gossip, no more bitching. Until I know the cause, I can just minimize the cost.

I'm also not sure why my back always needs scratching. In the absence of somebody with nice, long, nails though; all I can do is get a backscratcher. As it turns out, my neighbor cheerfully gave me his - a complicated bamboo affair he brought back from somewhere in Asia, apparently. Now, when that itch pops up, I can just scratch it. The difference this makes is enourmous. I'm not sure why I get so itchy in the first place, but at least I can finally scratch the itch.
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