unrest

major unrest, even... so i slip my shorts back on and head back out here to the little brown chair (as opposed to the big green chair... who remembers?) and i sit here and tap the keys cuz the bed is not bringing the sleep i sought there for so many reasons, primarily (at least the most obvious, if most surface reason) the cough keeps the body awake when i lay down (so don't lay down... thank you doctor) so here we are again, somewhat against my will (which is an oxymoron potentially revealing the deeper conflict keeping me awake if you care to dive in and read between the lines (or a few thousand entries in a few dozen blogs, at least), but have no fear, you can remain as oblivious as i appear and still lead a happy blogging life as long as you don't expect anyone to take you seriously or come around, even...

it's a hard knocks life when the smiles are gone, no doubt...

narf...