A letter to my uncle

I have been receiving exorbitant amouts of mail lately. I absolutely loathe going to the post-office, UPS in Chicago is infamous for their sluggish service, so I have decided to respond via my blog.

From Uncle Matt:

Dear Smokey,

I can only imagine the hardship you are going through during this most difficult of seasons. As this is my 3rd attempt at overcoming this most frigid of WI seasons, I can only say good luck. My mental state is somewhat compromised from 3 days of intensly mind numbing training. I know you can relate- think UN council meetings where you would just assume start a war to liven things up a bit. Boy does the China PM like to go on.... The only ray at the end of my training was large quantities of Spotted Cow in the hotel. Yet no matter how much I drank didn't seem to make me drunk enough to forget the trainer saying 'What questions do you have about audit logs?' With such an opportunity to day dream (its the only way I cope through such times)... I now fear the 2011 plan that we both agreed on is in jeopardy. 'What questions do you have about life goals?' I don't know how you manage in this place so far from your homeland. Its been 3 years since I was in a comparable area. It really spoke to my soul. But the feeling has drained away like your morning piss in that dreadful patch of dirt they make you go in. 'What questions do you have about getting it back?' It doesn't seem productive to reminisce like this, but when its this fricking cold what else is there. I know I know peanut butter chewies and super sub.... Well I hope things are well with you and lets both hope spring comes soon!


Dear Uncle Matt,


I have endured many hardships this winter. It is so cold my teeth hurt upon walking outside. Snow that blows in my eyeballs and other random openings on my body, and a fur coat that is not nearly thick enough to keep me warm.

Besides all the work and weight issues, it is just a lack of meaning that I feel enveloped in. My life revolves around food, or lack thereof. I need to figure out what it is, the missing link. I want to find more purpose, I want to make a real difference. I awake every day to eat, then sleep, then eat again. Not just me Uncle Matt, we all do. Until we find some purpose, we are all just sleeping.

I must now work on my novel, yes I have been having writers block. How do you find inspiration in this frozen hell?