late late whatever

sometimes the brain is just itching to write something so clever it would change the world, but then the food's ready (and i don't mean a tallahassee fruit loop) so what can i do other than put aside the keyboard and reach for the food cuz i don't want hot food to get cold cuz it tastes better hot and if i didn't cook it then ignoring it is an insult to the cook and i do not like insulting cooks so by the time the taste buds have orgasmed (and the cook might come along too) whatever clever words were carried away by winds unknown (maybe a secret santa?) and the best we can do is watch half a mechanical man infer that cleaning your chimney is something dirty...

now really, how can cleaning be dirty?... perhaps if you don't do it well... anyway, it is that time of night again, time to sit back and watch craig ferguson mock everything as only a man-child going through some sort of eternal puberty can... i think there should be a contest for the guest who turns reddest while on his show...

oh canada, where art that?

you're missing it

the softball tournament and all the fun of this life in thereal, that is... where are you and where have you been?... not stopping by for give minutes a day to see i am alive and well and happily brief in my summary of the day like a normal diary, unless you are hiding out there waiting for the right moment, like for me to complain that you are so silent i don't even know if you are there or if you care or what?...

of course i am not here either and this entry is automatically uploaded while i am out freezing having much fun at the softball tournament... the first game tournament is about to begin so i'lll check in later tonight... i hope we are winning... and i know you are routing us on, if you knew and were here, so thanks for the love :)

i'll update with real time thereal tonight when i get home (as i fall asleep... unless we are done and eliminated and have mo games tomorrow, in which case i'll probably attempt to stay awake and write, but might nod off anyway)... i hope you are having too much fun to even pause a moment to send up a daily smoke signal... you are loved, you are missed, and i don't even feel dissed (i am incorrigible, though, still, after all these years)...