life is like 200 motels

or was that 200 blogs?...

softball in about seven six hours, so maybe i'll get four hours sleep, sweet four hours, but if there was only 42 hours in a day i might get eight hours a day, maybe, and feel more refreshed and all..

maybe it's time to buy the netbook so i can tap the keys in more places, especially in bed...

wherever i might lay my head...

pushing the envelope

and i am in it, nyuk, nyuk, splat... ah, these i am, here, even, all these hours after the previous entry, still awake, still, blurry and foggy and sniffly and all that, but now wired and bouncing around inside... playful interaction (and relating, actual relating, i think)...

yes, a good night of games and fun, stimulation and play, and language, people actual spoke with vocabulary words i have not heard in years... but themost exciting thing of all may be this little torn piece of paper that says call + tell me you're going for a run... now that isn't quite falling in love of magic moment material, but it is definitely something close to home (though a bit over thirty minutes away, actually, dang space and time always getting in the way)...

so six of us played, then five, then four and here i am, happy and feeling the connections with people growing another little bit slightly deeper once again... still so sensitive after all these years, yay :)

three hours sleep?... still crazy too... crash tomorrow night, please :}

hello out there... love life and you and it'll love you back... it's true, even if you don't believe it, even if you don't see it happening directly... meanwhile, the envelope is alright :)

roll the coaster

wow, i just read some profound words i wrote back in october and november and (that will probably end up on the web someday, as all introspective, open-ended, unresponded to personal words do) and the depths of the mood wants to carry me away along some seldom traveled paths... on the other hand, i have a party to go to in three hours and must shower (etc) and shop a bit for it...

and another mood-altering experience, sleep, happened too... while i was awakened every few hours cuz i insisted precious call me from the road (she is driving up to ohio by herself for the very first time), the sleep still felt great... and when i finally woke (as opposed to mini-talks during sleep), i checked the phone bill and ouch, $313 cuz of the additional line for raspy and overages, but i called att and we worked out retroactive upgrades and next month won't be as high...

and now, shower and out to a party... still tired, but feeling a bit better and tonight shouldn't be late and the rest of the weekend should be rest (except for softball practice tomorrow) and hopefully i'll be all healthy and perfect again any day now...

ummmm, yeah, lam... you have fun too :)

night terrors

it is night and i just woke... i though i might sleep through the night, but a dream woke me (rare second time in the past month, aye?... time to get my head shrunk?) and i want to share, play, do something fun, party, or something like that... but i am alone, as usual for this century, so i write...

i just came by to wave hello in case you were up late too and wanted to talk... not that i want to talk on the phone, cuz my brain definitely wants to play and talking on the phone is far from play for me, but i'll never know when some neighbor stumbles across my babbles and decides it is finally time to knock on the door, even after midnight...

...pause to anticipate the eerie chills of a knock...


no such luck, alas, of course, naturally, we live within human rules, after all... but i am out here waving at you anyway, so if you understand, you can drop a few words of support and whatever, or just smile and let me know we exist after midnight, even if the human rule says all god's children should be home in bed, chaste and pure and fast asleep... i am obviously on the wrong planet...

this is thereal, my way... well, at least on a day off where vegetation took precedence over any other activities... you know, here i sit so all alone, nobody to talk to, a silent phone, or something like that... i wrote it in my infancy, for the few who might remember... whippoorwills must be about tonight (as are understatements, aye?... thanks for caring)...

tomorrow is another workday, so have fun :)

postponed

the writing planned for tonight was postponed due to hours on the phone, which is classic irony for this night as the muses and the ethers and the energies are profound, what with the holiday... entries were added to the RealTime blog, along with music, and we'll be back tomorrow for more...