waiting

so i reached an epiphone in the shower last week (and now that's a week before, perhaps, so i'll just post this here and leave it while i work on the dozen or more other entries started since the last entry which was last monday) that might have been between the sugar madness and the trees falling (see catch up below) but was primarily influenced by the pores opening and brain focusing and as quickly as it popped it's little head up from the dark murk of the depths of my psyche, i got busy with work and life and didn't turn this laptop on (or think about it or writing or myself or anything being work and softball and the simple distractions i enjoy (tv, or not tv, that is the question... oooo, get the brilliant classical literature reference?... yeah as long as the silly simplicity of such word play amuses me to over-dramatic fanfare {could be random}, all is well in the head regardless of appearances)... and days later, or more, this entry still sits in the notepad awaiting something like completion or cohesiveness or perhaps just getting to the point yeah yeah yeah)...

anyway, the point of the epiphone (as if jumping right into it will somehow distract us from the depths of stupidity and let it pass with little more than a casual mention), i have chosen to wait for someone else to take the lead, to care enough to be the one to run ahead... yeah, waiting for someone else to come along before i return to be the best i can be has been a lifestyle choice for a long long time (linda ronstadt song reference intended, though there is so much more within and behind as usual)...

waiting, aye?...

narf :)