He asked...

What do you think about January 3rd?

For me, January 3rd has always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing; it is deceptive and deceitful, in that it may allow one to perceive the 3rd as the start of all that is new—of resolution, renewal and revival—when in fact it is meant to leave a person in a hesitant and perpetual state of “Wait, what? Wait a second, what?”

That is, the 3rd has a puzzling ability to leave me annually disoriented, disjointed and ultimately disorganized, as I become critically incapable of correctly recognizing the actual day of the week on which the 3rd may fall. You see January 3, 2008 is not a Tuesday, as it has deviously disguised itself as a Thursday in an attempt to muck up my schedule, routine and thereby, the start of any New Year’s resolution.

What follows is a day riddled with incessant inner chatter and a frenetic, sub cranial bickering between three Freudian cellmates that would leave a family of 10 living in a two bedroom apartment to ask, “why can’t they all just get along?”

So, no it's not Tuesday, it's Thursday, which of course means that the following day will be Friday, or what me and the three amigos will surely come to call Wednesday.

And so it goes...
chase yer tail, round and round...
Circadian confetti
barefoot, primal
follow, follow
sniff, sigh
rinse, repeat

jenji