I feel the need to post regularly even if I have nothing to say.
I feel the need to post a list.
I definitely feel the need to post something to push my last post further into the past and further from the top of the now. That was a doozie. Too many doozies lately.
Whenever I post a doozie on blogger or tweet a doozie, for some reason, I feel the need to go out and 'interact' with bloggers or twitter users who are new to me...this is dumb...I should do that when I post something...that is not like what a crazy person would say. It's a weird desperation, I guess.
It's not a desperate Friday night, but I did stay in... even though it feels like there's a lot of steam to blow off...
I can't keep it a secret from my blog nomore: More really great news on the work front. I kept the secret (sort of) for a little more than thirty-four hours.
Today I gave a friend a couple of longshot leads for this situation he needs to remedy. It would be awesome if one of them worked out.
Tonight I undertook six simultaneous text message conversations (various frequency of send/receive).
Right now I'm listening to a song, and it reminds me of another time I heard this song - and saw somebody do this dance, this swooping spinning dramatic dance. The apartment was a little cluttered, but it didn't matter to the dance.
Tonight I watched some dumb post apocalyptic show. I was pulled into it, of course, and I imagined what I would do in that situation...just like everybody does I guess: Store up lots of water, store up lots of nature bars, canned goods, flashlight, batteries, candles, tools, wire, tape, tarps, a nice big floppy hat, gun maybe, pencil paper (must record certain facts) cart, medicines, blah blah
I'm working on my posture lately, especially when I sit, stand, walk and lay. When upright, hold head up as though there's a hook in the top of your head towards the back that you're hanging from; allow the shoulders and arms to hang loosely down like a shirt on a hanger.
I realized that I have enough sharpies of enough different colors to keep one in the pocket of each shirt I have...like...and they match...in color (why was it so hard to word that).
One of the most hard ass people I have ever met: I'm getting along really good. No, two or three hard asses...
I'm having trouble wording things...this pisses off hard ass people.
It's been rainy lately, and again, it's great, because it's one of the only times it's appropriate to sprint through the parking lot. I jumped over a HUGE puddle, almost all the way over (splash)...I jumped high and far as shit (like the old days).
A person I was texting with said that they were working with drywall and plaster, and that the stuff was all over them. I imagined what it looked like.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow's energy drink. Too hot for coffee.