so it's still hot here. electricity bill from hell this month i'm afraid. so
i've spent the last three weeks trying in vain to kill myself with loud music
and alcohol. all i've got to show for it are a few extra pounds, a sprained
ankle and the beginnings of a sinus infection. and two rather large holes in my
teeth from old age and one too many dots for my own good. heh. so the calmness
and peace has been restored for the time being and i'm back to one or two
outings a week, and for the first time i'll admit i'm kind of happy about that.
i think i actually found one of my limits .... only one mind you .... i'm still
working on finding all of the others, lol. so what else is running through my
mind of late you ask? not much more than going through the paces .... hating,
and i do mean hating, work. the old cold, angry and bitter me has been ascendant
these last few weeks ... i'll chalk it up to being overworked and overtired for
the time being and work on getting back to where i belong. speaking of which,
you would think that if you really did belong there it would be such a struggle
to stay there would it? a somewhat frightening thought for those of us who don't
always like where we seem to be headed. so tonight, it's just one glass of wine,
and some peter murphy on the mp3 player ... not entirely happy music of course,
but at least it's not the angry young while male show it has been of late. got
the pinky fixed up enough now where i can at least practice a bit ... i really
need to move the axes back in this room instead of the front room .... they've
become too easy to ignore at times out there. as for the rest ... the world
seems to be a joke these days ... people acting surprised the president lied or
stretched the truth, this whole governor election thing ... iraq and afghanistan
falling apart (like that was a hard one to predict)... people being sued for
sharing music that's way too overpriced to begin with ... but on the other hand
... mars is close ... we've had some great sunsets and i'm going fishing this
weekend ... and god damn ... chicks kissing on tv and on the front page of
papers .... take the good with the bad i guess, eh?&
and
pongo. he's failing. poor pongo. 14 fuckin years old and he's still going. it
breaks my heart. totally. he's been the perfect dog ... or at least as perfect
as a dalmatian can be ... no biting, good protection, always happy, and really
only caused problems as a puppy .... he's been my mom's salvation these last few
years after my dad and mandy bumped off. now he's going too ... or at least i
hope he is ... i won't be able to do the deed again ... already did it to a dog
i thought i hated ... i will never do it again. i pray that he just goes to
sleep one night and doesn't wake up ... it will kill to have to put him down.
you hear me up there? it's time for a favor i think.
that
was awfully ... i don't know what the right word is. but it was awfully
something.
remember
to vote no on everyone. everyone that is except for these two.
