The end is near, I swear...

NOTE: This was originally on the blog I created, but in the interest of not having to update two things, I moved it here

I have some sad news. In the past two days, on two separate occasions, and on two separate radio stations, I have been witness to the playing of "Me and Julio Down by the School Yard" by Paul Simon.

Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with this song by itself. Paul Simon is a poet. It has a catchy tune and is easy to sing to while driving, or talking on your cell phone, or both. I would gladly listen to a whole day of Julio than listen to any of the crap that cements itself on the playlists of every frickin radio station in the world.

So what is the problem? Well, in this day and age of crappy radio stations, hearing this song twice in two days is not a normal occurence. Maybe I died in a horrible car crash on the way home from work the other day, and I am actually dead, but in the split second before I died, I now believe that I am living out the rest of my life, ala Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge. Maybe this is what the Julios are trying to tell me.

This has to mean something. Maybe it is the two Julios of the Apocalypse.

Just to be on the safe side, I am going to elevate the threat level of this blog to from "urine yellow" to "underwear brown."

Moving on, I was supposed to deposit some money into our bank account in the form of $300.00 cash and $175.00 in checks. Well, somehow I dropped the checks on the gound outside of Gloria's "workplace." Luckily someone honest (their name was most likely Julio) found them and returned them to me. More Julio work? Hmmmm, makes you think.

Gloria and I had Subway for lunch. I had a foot-long club sandwich. I figured I would eat half and save the rest for later. It was a good sandwich, but something strange happened after I ate the first half. Now, I have no recollection of eating the second half, but it did disappear. Gloria says I ate it but I think it was the Julios, getting a head start on the destruction of everything by eating my club sandwich. That, or saving me from a obesity-induced heart attack.

You never can tell with the Julios. Ever since that schoolyard incident we shared back in the 70's, they have been very elusive and enigmatic.