and the flowology of blogging continues as anothe conscious moment is recorded for posterity and anyone who cares in this life as i know it as i wake from a nice deep sleep with a semi-groggy smiley-cloud with nothing planned for today (though laundry screams for attention, and the great unpacked boxes whimper softly) so i may just babble a bit while taking care of the environs (living spaces) and just might (unless the phone rings and i answer it and get talked into going out and spending money and eating and all that life stuff i do almost every night) enjoy a saturday night at home alone...
last night was a funish game night, though i feel a bit more lonely now for reasons deeply embedded in my psyche that have little to do with the people or activities and more to do with what does not happen in life these days, and i don't just mean sex, drugs, and rock n roll... the night before at the wing house after softball, many beers, and scantilly clad young girls might have something to do with it, but uncle bob seems to suggest age matters (somebody forgot to tell my libido, i suppose) and... babbling?... yeah, later over there...
this blog proves a point, i think, and one of these days i may even get to expressing it, but for now, i don't feel like taking the time to figure out just what it is (besides mostly me) and i'll just wish you a wonderful day cuz you can and really oughta do that for yourself...
Saturday, November 15, 2008
wakin again, sorta
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