SO, finally returned from the land of death to the land of life
but why is it that I felt alive there yet dead here?
Well, maybe not dead but certainly feel as though I'm floating around aimlessly in the ether of limbo. Come for the ether stay for the ethereal artwork adorning the walls.
Back for almost three weeks and this is the first I've written anywhere about anything or nothing really. Not that I haven't had plenty of odd things to write about, a condom incident in a massage parlor comes to mind, but just that I haven't had any urge, desire or well, feelings that I had anything worthwhile to even bring up.
not that I have anything worthy at the moment, just up from the jetlag still, not that I've had any real sleep in the past two years but that's besides the point. Anyways back to the aimless or pointless feelings.
Will finally start house shopping in the next few weeks. I'm apparently oblivious to the daunting task of it all. I'm focused more on the destruction I'll bring to the interior of the home in order to make it more appealing to my eclectic, or is it eccentric taste. Will I need a building permit if I decide to create a glass walkway to the raised and receded interior stepped opium den/gazebo in the backyard?
Also looking forward to finally starting/continuing school next year. Guess I've put it off long enough, bit restless about it all, but at the same time I feel settled enough to concentrate on what needs to be done. Not sure that I'll be looking forward to becoming a wage-slave again to help pay the bills, but eh, beats what I used to do to earn a buck. Besides I think at this time in my life with my mental energies needed elsewhere I'll look forward to some manual labor to stay on an even keel.
Just hope that I have enough time and energy to direct towards my daughter Jackie. She's a bit lazy like me at times, but so as long as she has access to the outside, some music to listen to and her stuffed animals she'll hardly notice that I'm not around. Dual personalities alright. Lazy aggressive or energetic narcoleptic maybe. Her mum is a basset while her dad is a blue heelernice combination really, wonder what her pups would look like if she coupled with a Newfoundland
Any other quick thoughts keeping me up?
Taxesthey suck and they'll probably keep me from Vegas and the UK this summer. Well, there's always next year I guess.
Ciao.
but why is it that I felt alive there yet dead here?
Well, maybe not dead but certainly feel as though I'm floating around aimlessly in the ether of limbo. Come for the ether stay for the ethereal artwork adorning the walls.
Back for almost three weeks and this is the first I've written anywhere about anything or nothing really. Not that I haven't had plenty of odd things to write about, a condom incident in a massage parlor comes to mind, but just that I haven't had any urge, desire or well, feelings that I had anything worthwhile to even bring up.
not that I have anything worthy at the moment, just up from the jetlag still, not that I've had any real sleep in the past two years but that's besides the point. Anyways back to the aimless or pointless feelings.
Will finally start house shopping in the next few weeks. I'm apparently oblivious to the daunting task of it all. I'm focused more on the destruction I'll bring to the interior of the home in order to make it more appealing to my eclectic, or is it eccentric taste. Will I need a building permit if I decide to create a glass walkway to the raised and receded interior stepped opium den/gazebo in the backyard?
Also looking forward to finally starting/continuing school next year. Guess I've put it off long enough, bit restless about it all, but at the same time I feel settled enough to concentrate on what needs to be done. Not sure that I'll be looking forward to becoming a wage-slave again to help pay the bills, but eh, beats what I used to do to earn a buck. Besides I think at this time in my life with my mental energies needed elsewhere I'll look forward to some manual labor to stay on an even keel.
Just hope that I have enough time and energy to direct towards my daughter Jackie. She's a bit lazy like me at times, but so as long as she has access to the outside, some music to listen to and her stuffed animals she'll hardly notice that I'm not around. Dual personalities alright. Lazy aggressive or energetic narcoleptic maybe. Her mum is a basset while her dad is a blue heelernice combination really, wonder what her pups would look like if she coupled with a Newfoundland
Any other quick thoughts keeping me up?
Taxesthey suck and they'll probably keep me from Vegas and the UK this summer. Well, there's always next year I guess.
Ciao.