arriving home

after dinner, concert, party, and after party, i really ought to be ready for bed (if i slept in a bed, but that's a different colored horse), but instead i am bloated and wired and jonesing for some ncaa football video game so after providing a bit more fertilizer to an already over-fertilized planet i shall likely renew the acquaintance between my callouses and the controller so season whatever-it-is (eight or nine i think, the game keeps track and i can check stats when i want to and that's a large part of the fun for my number-loving brain and they don't have enough stats, really, but that horse as a different hue as well) can continue minimally abated from wherever it was i left off (game keeps track, again)... so goes the recently rearranged home life habits, at least until the middle of next month when another major change comes home... change is good (when we make it good and actually, good or not, change is constant so might as well make it good, aye?)...

fun fun fun cuz i make it that way (hope you do too :)