more questions, huh?... and the same old same old around here, Friends is back on the TV, before the credits were over, of course... sometimes I think (or maybe feel) as if I am in a whole culture of people with ADD who do not think beyond their own sensory input and have chosen to live on the external energy of things and what's around them rather than the internal thoughts and feelings they can spontaneously create within themselves...

maybe that's why most people are so afraid to be alone in silence... or afraid of the unknown... anyway, I am distracted by Precious turning the room upside down in search of her keys... why do people think, when they lose something they put down in their own space, that someone must be sitting on what they are looking for and that someone, since they had to get up anyway, should stop what they are doing and help in the search for whatever it is they misplaced?... eventually, my keys are in her hands so she can go buy a Diet Pepsi for her dad so he has Diet Pepsi when they order food tonight... I suggest, with my usual I love you but your carelessness can drive me crazy sometimes smile, "maybe if you put one thing away it would start a trend and you'd start putting other things away and then things would not be lost under piles of other things that have not been put away and you would not spend hours searching for things you did not put away under things that you did not put away?"...

there are no answers, only choices...

if you are laughing too, then words may be your friend as well... so what's happening today (this is the life-diary, after all, where you come to find out all the minutia I experience in this life)... I am hungry... there is a food-party at work tonight so I am holding off on dinner until later... I am supplying the salads... in fact, I ought to head into the shower so I can be ready for work on time later, so I will...

so nothing's happening...

that sharing caring intimacy I alluded to in the previous entry (as opposed to yesterday's entry, which can be confusing if you take the linear time line of this life too seriously, but that's your choice (there are no answers, remember?) thing sounds good, but that's kind of challenging to do by myself and Precious isn't my type... besides, she's fifteen and while I am not ageism, I am aware of the laws regarding ageist and I tend to follow laws since I've been in a jail and do not want to live there... it's not even a nice place to visit... even irreverently...

Paula Poundstone is now on the TV... I like her, except when she knocks Darryl Hannah... I have to be in the mood for blatently negative attempts at humor and I haven't been in that mood too often recently... that may be because the clique at work goofs off so much, engulfed in a cloud of negative humor aimed at everybody else at work...

I may continue this later... in fact, I will not upload it now just to give the previous entry a chance to be the current entry for a little while longer since it missed it's actual date by a couple of days and it mentions Solaris and I'd like to meet people who could love that deeply and perceive possibilities that infinite so I'll mention Solaris again in the hope that some people who might relate might find me in a search for Solaris and therein come into my life and change it forever...

so until later, have fun...

and it is later... hope you had fun... if you didn't, I'd like to know why... I think fun is an important part of life and I make it my business to try to figure out how to get around the obstacles that get in the way of fun (and I've known many odd and unpleasant obstacles), so anyway, to suddenly shift subjects just for the fun (and tease) of it, even though she has a long way to go, I like the fact that Emma Watson continues to get more adorable as matures (I figured a mention of Harry Potter might get more search hits too, since that idea was floating around... I seldom actually think about this, but I did today... the TV was switched over to a Harry Potter special introducing The Prisoner of Azkaban (did I spell that right?) and I am trying not to watch since I think previews are generally detrimental to the enjoyment of a story as they usually eliminate the sponteneity of a story, if not key elements of surprise that make the experience more exciting...

and then there is 24... that's a regular addiction around here... I've seen a few of them and except for the continuous commentary, it wasn't too bad for TV, still pretty obvious in spite of it's efforts to be shocking and high-tension... all we can do is all we can do and then, it's up to us...

so that was today, or yesterday, actually, and it was meant to be the day before but actually turned out to be the day before that, depending on your perspective in time... maybe I'll write an entry for today later and then we'll be on time, for a moment at least... you just have to be there to know...

hoping you enjoyed your day as much as I did (and much more than I sound like I did since I am wanking my whining nodes lately... it's practice for the whining Olympics, a noble cause, for chairty and all... bent and broken, our hero rises to fall again, grinning with clown-like resolve, the giggle machine faithfilly in toe, we bow to the royal we and make love to your memory (and blow you big wet kisses, which are quite dry and sanitary when they reach you because it's a long distance and they take the route over the poles and then through the center of the Earth so the cold and heat kills all the germs that might have tried to tag along... safe whatever, you've got it... and hopefully you can laugh about it as much, if not more than I do...

you don't even need your baggage claim ticket to ride this carousel...

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