if I came along this diary and didn't know who i was, I'd probably not come back...

harsh, huh?... well, I tire of whining pretty quickly, especially when it is not mine, but I tire of mine pretty quickly as well and that is why I whine about my whining... which is why I am just getting more and more tired and whining more and more and this really is going no where...

of course I might be ready to decalre the whining over (is the whining over?), but who am I to predict the future?... I mean, would you want a whining prophet?...

anyway, maybe I should consider a dietary change (again?)... a whole large pizza may be enough for one sitting... maybe even more than enough... the extra couple of slices were probably not necessary... bloated is a distracting way to be...

I suppose I could make up some interesting anecdotes as if I went out and did something interesting tonight, but I slept and don't enjoy lying... there are those who might think that might interfere with any ambition I might have to be a creative writer as for all intensive purposes, writing fiction is lying, but there are other ways to look at that... perhaps I have just misplaced my creative license...

the TV has a mediocre parody of a mediocre late night talk show, circa old, called The Joe Franklin Show sponsored by Hoffman beverages and Martin Paint and some Motsa or Mozta that would be a flat unleavened bread and not a mispelled foreign auto maker... a show possibly remembered by bored old people who wacthed late night television on WOR-TV, channel 9 in NYC a long time ago if Alsheimers did not already erase the memory... Billy Crystal, George Carlin, and Martin Short could not save the bit...

did you ever wonder why the founding fathers of the USA did not do something about fixing the liberty bell?... I mean, is it really the best idea to have accepted a flaw in the icon representing the foundation of a philosophy?... maybe someone should drive a stake through it or something...

or we could just leave it for Judge Judy to sort out...

usually, when boredom rolls in like the fog it can be, I don't let it take over and multiply... usually I find madness and that amuses me with odd thoughts and strange associations and irreverent satire and all sorts of odd words that may or may not lead anywhere but effectively occupies the time passing until I forget how bored I am...

usually...

I have not been my usual self much of late... so I should apologize, at least to myself since I am sure I am reading, for... something... for boring myself to mostly death, I suppose... if I was six foot ten I might have kicked professional butt on a football field and retired with millions of dollars in the bank and then, at least, I would have people hanging around giving me attention because money does that (I know, I've had money-attracted friends and groupies before)... but I am not quite six foot and never felt that much aggression, at least not for longer than a few seconds, so I had to find other ways to be interesting and attract friends... recently, I've failed in such endeavors...

but recent moods, attitudes, and experiences are anomolies for me in this life (or any life, as far as I recall)... though they might actually be anamolies... in any case, I am experiencing rather unique experiences lately...

boredom is the most unique of them all...

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