What is more horrible than Paradise. I wish I was in Moscow right now or somewhere remotely Russian. The gorgeous autochthones, the nice weather and the sight of the ocean in the Wild 
Donkeys place which I can only stare from either a car or an office are starting to get on my (fragile) nerves. Jetlag contributes to it too (WHERE IS MY AMBIEN KEVIN? WHERE?): I woke up in the middle of the night and after some pathetic efforts to convince myself to get back to sleep “At the count of three, you will find yourself in FHC’s special place…. One....two....three..... 6. Oh look FHC! the Light Vache qui Rit is discounted”, I gave up. I watched some soft porn on an obviously European Channel as well as a movie on women enslaved in Ramalla….an maybe…ok…maybe a little bit of Peter Pan (doubled in French). I meditated for what felt to be hours on advertising for a nail fungus cure called Lamisil which reminded of this movie “A delicate balance” LL and I watched together and was too complex for everybody involved. I hesitated to blog about my misery but thought this topic has been sufficiently covered and finally went on a $80 shopping spree on e-bay (1901 The Pean / Yearbook Exeter Academy – only $34 …a bargain). Lovely LL, always unbelievably à-propos, sent me the enclosed article. Yet I felt very feeble this morning. I would probably be suicidal if I had not had a delicious Blanquette de Veau at lunchtime and felt some perverse pleasure in watching my guest swallowing an undercooked chicken which seemed to be screaming avian flu. There is a thin red line between the mad and the depressed in FHC’s world.
By the way, you will be glad to hear that I only won $7 to the Powerball, I will now always live with the suspicion that if I had won the whole jackpot, LL would have sent some hitmen to the Wild Donkey’s place to get it and leave me for dead.
At least our lottery skills are improving. First we won $1, and now $7. Not bad, if you ask me.
Posted by: LL | Monday, February 20, 2006 at 04:25 PM
If you wanted a yearbook from our high school that badly, you could have just called us and all it would have cost you was a bloody mary and a handjob...
Posted by: Fagat | Monday, February 20, 2006 at 10:27 PM
fyi, fagat, la maison fhc/kevin d. will be filled with bloody marys and handjobs this weekend.
Posted by: kevin d. | Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 01:59 AM
It actually was a 1901 yearbook, I know Fagat is old but...
Posted by: FHC himself...yes...yes | Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 08:46 AM
Too bad only white trash seems to have any real lotto skills! i can't even win back a dollar. maybe it's time to pick up some lucky natty ice or grow a lucky mullet. or develop a bordering-on-home fascination w/ some nascar driver -- i could do that!
Posted by: Bryan | Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 02:11 PM
Wow, we've heard a lot about this Kevin D. fellow, but now we really can't wait to meet him...
Posted by: Fagat | Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 02:33 PM