I'm lying in bed, having called out of work for tomorrow night, waiting for the cramps and nausea to come back. It's really fucked up to go to a place like a hospital and leave sick. Fuckers. I picked up that stomach virus the last night I worked. Trust me, you do not want this 
Anyways, I should be asleep but I can't do it. I fear I'm gonna dream of hatches and numbers and Others (I've been watching Lost, from the beginning, for the first time... and such dreams wouldn't be the first this morning). Though I wouldn't mind being visited by Abe Lincoln, a beaver and deep sea diver (you get that?). My thoughts are set on sitting on the side porch and meditating tomorrow. I need to find my center but I'll probably neglect the soul delving.
I primed some canvases the other day but have yet to apply paint. I can't find my muse. My one time muse made me spend a dollar on a lottery ticket that didn't win me anything. She and I are on the outs for the moment. I'm thinking a thorough cleaning of the house would brighten my outlook but housework is so damn depressing in itself. Instead I've been playing video games. I really want to get into StarTropics again but am continuously thinking of how constructive I could be if I didn't.
Tired and wired right now I've been reading reviews on the iTunes Store... why is it that people wish to leave their thoughts on a public forum when they can't spell or use grammar for shit?! I am less apt to listen to your pro or con if you can't spell pro or con!!! "It good bong Ur should git itt." WTF? Sure, I leave nonsensical meanderings here but this is my personal blog. If I write a review, hell, if I leave a comment on an SG's set I check my fucking spelling. No one can hand write anything anymore (an aside: a friend of mine took the time to write me a letter a week ago; she lamented that her son wouldn't know what such a thing was) but apparently the computer age still hasn't corrected English class dropouts.
That's enough... I'm gonna go download a music video or two (remember when MTV used to play music?) and then go to sleep.
Anyways, I should be asleep but I can't do it. I fear I'm gonna dream of hatches and numbers and Others (I've been watching Lost, from the beginning, for the first time... and such dreams wouldn't be the first this morning). Though I wouldn't mind being visited by Abe Lincoln, a beaver and deep sea diver (you get that?). My thoughts are set on sitting on the side porch and meditating tomorrow. I need to find my center but I'll probably neglect the soul delving.
I primed some canvases the other day but have yet to apply paint. I can't find my muse. My one time muse made me spend a dollar on a lottery ticket that didn't win me anything. She and I are on the outs for the moment. I'm thinking a thorough cleaning of the house would brighten my outlook but housework is so damn depressing in itself. Instead I've been playing video games. I really want to get into StarTropics again but am continuously thinking of how constructive I could be if I didn't.
Tired and wired right now I've been reading reviews on the iTunes Store... why is it that people wish to leave their thoughts on a public forum when they can't spell or use grammar for shit?! I am less apt to listen to your pro or con if you can't spell pro or con!!! "It good bong Ur should git itt." WTF? Sure, I leave nonsensical meanderings here but this is my personal blog. If I write a review, hell, if I leave a comment on an SG's set I check my fucking spelling. No one can hand write anything anymore (an aside: a friend of mine took the time to write me a letter a week ago; she lamented that her son wouldn't know what such a thing was) but apparently the computer age still hasn't corrected English class dropouts.
That's enough... I'm gonna go download a music video or two (remember when MTV used to play music?) and then go to sleep.