January 3, 2006 The Fat Is In The Fire

I found myself in a state of deep depression last night. Day two of my New Year's resolutions and I had already managed to break all of them. One, eat less. I ate a botana at Casa Del Taco in Mission. Two, don't smoke. I was so depressed after the meal, I had to calm my senses with a Marlboro Light. Three, get more involved in my community. The Hidalgo County Democratic Party headed by it's chairman Juan Maldonado held a "kick-0ff party" for all political candidates in the county last night according to today's edition of The Monitor. Christ, where was my invitation to this thing? Is there a list I forgot to get on, because last time I checked I was a U.S. citizen, eligible and willing to vote. My therapist was out of town on business, so I called my long time friend and confidant, Enrico Sebastian, at his home in South Padre Island, Texas. It wasn't until the thirtieth ring when I realised that Monday nights are reserved for his weekly massage sessions. So here I was, in a deep funk feeling like a lonely teenager who never get's invited to any of the cool parties in town. Not a good way to start off the year, but I'll keep my eyes open, maybe make friends with the cool people. They're always in the know.