this was an entry that was and now it is not but it will be again tomorrow so you'll find it if you click on next and here instead is another entry, now to be known as this entry, simply because time is a relative thing and this week was not here until it suddenly appeared as a series of daily entries on Saturday night, which will be in a couple of days even though it was actually yesterday, if you know what I mean...

now, what about today...

the usual, back to the gym again as I continue to climb out of the lazy rut and back into a sensually aware life (and we try not to ask the questions what is the point if nobody shares it and what is wrong with me that I am alone this far down the line as an old Eagles song plays in the background (and can Jackson Browne and Dan Fogelberg and Fleetwood Mac and Elton John and the 70s be far behind?... only ages ago, huh?)...

and what else is new?...

another night at work giving whatever insight and assistance to people who have not learned that they do not have to buy into being lost just because it's the only path they've been shown and the only choice they've been given so far... sometimes we have to take a choice nobody is willing to give... find yourself, ya know?... anyway, that's where I spent my nights (in spite of the times recorded for the entries this week... the curtain is sometimes for the audience and sometimes for part of the show... even if nobody knows)...

so what do you know?...

do you really think make-up enhances beauty?... do you like the taste of petroleum products?... it seems most people, most males especially, don't mind the taste and are trained to appreciate the surface image of people enhanced by colors and shiny skin... just another unhealthy human habit, like consuming poisons to relax and getting fat and lazy, that I don't find attractive...

well what brought that on?...

yes, it must have been the visual images on the TV, late night infomercials for beauty products and exercise machines and food preparation gadgets and whatever else, the channel surfing (Precious has the remote) has gone into high gear as the late night ADD is enhanced by pushing past fatigue in order to stay up all night, something people who don't do it regularly seem to get some sort of thrill out of doing...

and so it goes...

concentration and focus, that is... goes, I mean... and then Rasputin wakes and we never do find that train of thought we might have been on sometime earlier in this catch-up marathon, but we do have some information (really?) and maybe you learned more about me and life as I know it than you knew before and maybe even more than I even know... we can compare notes someday...

anyway, we are almost finally at today (almost there, get it?) and though this might have been mostly a filler entry, it does satisfy the requirements of entryism, being full of words and a smattering of information about life (did I already mention that?... of course, life is repetitive)...

it would be more fun if you were here...

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(just let me know you were here)