pieces don't always fit

some nights everything seems to go wrong... i somehow lost several long entries destined for behind the candoor in an odd way as ms word did something funky and somehow, thousands of words disappeared... and i thought there was some sort of auto-save, but there isn't, it's an auto-recovery if ms word knows it did something wrong... but when it doesn't know, no recovery... hours of babbling down the ethereal dream... alas...

and i nodded off and never got back to the gym, so another feeling of failure sweeps over me and i'll just reach for some chocolate marshmallows to fix that (yeah, doh!... even the music was disappointing tonight as katharine mcphee needs to stop trying to be like every other r&b diva and find her own voice and songs that fit her and other library cds sucked even more... sucked, or sucks, is a technical term in the music business, by the way, that basically means don't give up the day job...

thank you harry... meanwhile, i am still awake and tomorrow night i wanted to be awake to maybe go out to watch the ok-fl bcs bowl game, if just in the gym (and buy a new little eee laptop to have mobility again?... oooo, the temptation... notice the impulse from last night did not carry over until just now, when the stores are obviously closed)... who is my mother?... where is my mother?...

yeah, so anyway, i'll just keep rambling on wherever i am until somebody understands me, even if that is years after this body is dead and gone... it's all about the sharing, people, the caring, the giving and not taking, but sharing... that's the love your holy books try to tell you about, but it's all lost in translation and corruption and fear...

thereal is signing off for tonight... alone again, yeah... until next time, may you find your way (and your words :}