there there may be an entry for yesterday someday, maybe tomorrow or maybe over the weekdn or maybe never, if never can be considered one of the infinite somedays, because, after all, if never happens, it would have to happen sometimes, right?...

but be that as it may or may not be, here we are today, or this evening, for more accurate real time time-keeping... not that I keep track much, or score, for that matter... after all, this is the first daily diary/journal thing that accepted the automatic time-date stamp feature... here, at least... I tried it over at LJ as many of you may know, but the blog formate being in reverse cronilogical order never sat well with me so I kinda stopped over there, though someday the catching up is likely to occur, just as I've been gradually filling in (or catching up) in the land of the mostly dead at LJ, as opposed to the seldom visited (but probably more intensely experienced, when the time finally arrives) mostly dead here at DLand... did I mention that I let the Colg membership thing lapse for the funda? (of course not, but I figured that since I was name-dropping I would include that bit of info here for the sake of sharing cuz otherwise it has little to do with anything else maybe the fact that winning the lottery would mean Andrew would get a few hundred a year, at least, just for shugar and giggles and the buy his undying love, though I think that might cost a whole lot more)...

I might, just cuz I am an extravagant fool at times, pay for Gold over here at candoor just to see the stats for a while cuz those numbers can be ego strokes and I can use some nowadays (did the world move on when I wasn't looking?... it must have, cuz just last week when I went to the library there were at least a half dozen copies of Stephen King's latest Wolves of the Calla which is the fifth book in the Dark Tower series and if you've been paying attention then you oughta know I've been re-reading books 1-4 in that series to have the story fresh in my mind when I start the fifth but when I went to the library today they didn't have a single copy which really sucks cuz I just finished the fourth last night and was looking forward to starting the fifth tonight and I didn't take it out last week {actually it was a few weeks ago, at least} cuz I was reading the third and figured it might take a few weeks for me to get to the fifth and since there were so many copies they'd have it when I wanted it so I stayed awake after the gym today and showered and drove over to the library when it opened and found it was not there and that was the laughable irony that inspired the use fo the word sucks earlier and if you do not know my meaning you have to study up on Harry Chapin some more cuz that's where it comes from and it made a lot of people smile and laugh, me included, so get the story straight before you assume you know what someone is talking about, especially me cuz I tend to ramble on this way and that way and if you've never seen a lassie do it, well, you probably wouldn't want to unless you enjoy the sensual pleasures of your flesh and don't mind others knowing you do which has nothing to do with anything else except that it's part of this example which was not meant to be an example but sometimes examples just happen when they are thought about or mentioned casually in parenthetic asides as I was mentioning my mind goes wherever which way my mind may wander and I don't know what I'm talking about sometimes or so I might suggest you believe)...

I did get to the gym this morning as the workout long over in the land of the dead (I've already linked the dead in this entry and the workout log a number of times (what number?... I dunno, pick a number) in recent entries so you can find your way if you want to and I will not waste time typing out yet another link to those at the moment but I will continue making this great use of time by explaining that I am not going to waste time by typing out yet another link at the moment...

who let the python out of it's cage?...

before you start wondering if you are going to get the full monty (speaking of exhibitionism, or were those private sensual pleasures of the flesh referred to earlier in the privacy of two or more consenting adults private spaces?... you can decide for yourself, since the question may be rhetorical in the end, but here in the middle, it is still rather murky and undecided since the contact is so random and that gives it an insensitive feel full of abandonment issues and gaps that allow memories of betrayals and cruelties to surface from the depths of the psyche and Wes Craven might work with Stephen King if Stephen Spielberg executive produced and maybe directed portions of the slices of life that make up the story of a. emotional potion from mid-somewhere - Earth, World, Time, Space, laughter, tears, chaos, zone, albatross)...

obviously the story gets a little fishy at times, but then, who is truly so consistent that there is never any reason to doubt?... not I, said the little green flea... remember the flea?... remember me?... anybody?...

I wonder...

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