Posts here have been few and far between, and what has been posted has been lacking.  I think one problem is my blog simply lacks focus on a particular topic.  When it first began, it was the perfect place to vent my frustrations about the morons I would encounter while working at the airport.  I don’t work there any more.  I have little to no frustrations with work now.  So, the stories I used to tell, the ones that people would always tell me they loved are gone.

As I thought about this, for one fleeting second a thought floated across my brain and it was horrific.  I almost wished I was back at the airport just for the stories.  My heart skipped a beat.  How could I possibly think something like that, even for a second?

“What the hell?” my head asked itself.  Yeah, I have conversations with myself.  Two voices going at it in my head.  One of them swears a lot.  Okay, they both do.  Does this mean I’m nuts?  Probably not, but wishing I was back at the airport just so my blog would be funny again doesn’t help the argument.

“What the hell?” Voice One asked again.  Voice Two had no answer.  What could it say?  It was like standing on the precipice of the Grand Canyon and thinking for a split second what it would be like to jump… or push the old lady over.  How would she bounce?  I digress.

Both are crazy thoughts, though.  Crazy.  Returning to the Hell Hole just for some funny bits is crazy, right?  Of course, after reading this you are probably thinking, “Well, maybe it would be worth it.”