no worries, the romantic never dies, but only sleeps very deeply and may appear mostly dead, the key word is mostly, I think... at least the workouts continue... and the grumbling)... and there are still thoughts in my head even if they are not profound or coming out much for a while or some period of time longer or shorter than a while (and browsing will continue and other journals will continue and the gardens will continue to grow) so no worries and continue with whatever it is you are doing until I (the full I, as opposed to the somewhat superficial I who rambles on in this daily life diary) get back... or should I have said we... hmmmm...

today I had a meeting at work which delayed the day, so I got back home and ate and watched a little Sci-Fi TV and nodded off in the big green chair and then crawled to bed and slept until about an hour ago... or a few minutes... I'm groggy... excitement continues to be virtually unbearable, huh?...

but wait, I wake to Moulin Rouge and the writer finds that "one not so very special day" just as I write this line and he writes "a story about love. a love that will live forever. the end." and the inspirations buzz around inside with giggling anticipation of finding time to let them out and the dreams peek out from under the covers and the even the distractions of the pile of dirty pans and grease and dried spills and garbage on the kitchen counters and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink are not depressing the mood cuz as usual, after some sleep I wake reborn and refreshed and inspired to move and live and create (and share) and patience, that's the difference between depression and excitment during the rush through life that leaves no time for creative play (this the selfish child and babies inside must be repeatedly reminded to remember), I decide to head down to the gym... patience, yes... love helps too...

maybe I'll be back later...

actually, not... I did get to the gym (workouts link above) and that was good, but after cooking some food and eating I have 30 minutes to shower and dress and get out the door to work so it's another night of superficial data and nothing much to think about... I think... your input, ideas, inspirations, love, and whatever else you wish to share is very much appreciated...

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