pennyzee

I'm going to interupt my regularly scheduled woeful, soul-searching exposition for a lighter entry. Today, I will explore the aery heights of a world oft overlooked in the wanderings of a people married to the earth and ground. We will seek, by means of literary litany and adjectival adventures, the forgotten clouds and other hiding spots of our otherwise ethereal existence. This day will cover and comfort the missing questions with not a kind and thoughtful answer, but rather a bright fire and a warm heart. In the words that follow, find the soft breeze of a free mind and the carefree caress of a gentle hand.

I begin with this:

I will let you down if you truly believe the above to be true and possible. I will not, in this entry, achieve the heights of that promise. But as we all can provide, I will instead give a small account of the earthly activites of my current self.

Basically, I just felt like writing stuff and I have very little to say of substance at the moment.

I will tell you that I would really like to pursue my hobbies a lot more right now. I'm kinda tired of working on all this commercial stuff. Graphic promos, IDs, bumps, spots and what have you are just not doin' it for me. I'm trying to get more into my painting and drawing at the moment. I'd like to pursue the musical side as well. It's just that this whole "making money" business is so time-consuming. Shuffle in a girlfriend, friends and family, and it's a recipe for a very full day. But I'm goin' for it anyways. Maybe I'll just have to sleep less.

That's all I got. But it wasn't a downer, was it? It's all I can ask. Aight! I'm out.