and then... wow, some major upsets in the college football world... the college fantasy leagues are pick em games... one uses the point spread and Sally and I are playing together against the world, or at least against a hundred thousand or so others playing at Yahoo... the first week we were in the 98th percentile, picking amazingly well... the other pick em game is just between me and Sally and is based on confidence points (we give each game a number based on how confident we are that our pick is right)... since his computer wasn't hooked up the first week of the season, we started keeping score in the second week... we picked the first week together and only missed one game, scoring 134 out of a total of 136 points... so far I've nudged him out each week since we started keeping score and competing... that's strange since he's a lot more into college football, but then, I'm an intuitive genius and all, so whatever (ummm, I suppose self-mockery spoils the arrogance, huh?)...

cleaning happened!

yes, an exclamation point was necessary... I think it's the first... anyway, I sorted through boxes of papers, opening old mail and finding all sorts of odds, ends, and interesting stuff... I seriously owe major thanks, cheers, props, and appreciation to some folk out there... thank you for your patience, may I have a bit more? (can you see my cheesy grin?)...

bills are actually getting paid too, which probably deserves a few exclamation points, but that would be too many for one entry and besides, money is so uninspiring I hate to get excited over it (especially when I am giving it away and don't have much)... four garbage bags were filled so far... not with money... I suppose I should use paragraphs to separate my rambling thoughts when they make sudden turns, but what fun would that be?... training wheels on a roller coaster?... then a couple of boxes of canned and bottled foods were put in the kitchen... while living with Sam, cuz he was here before I was and was very settled in, I didn't have enough kitchen cabinet space to put everything away right away, especially since I tend to buy in bulk when things I like go on sale... you know, a couple of dozen jars of pasta or barbecue sauces or soups or salsa or pastas or whatever, assorted varieties... flavors, I love flavors... so lots of food I forgot was stashed in boxes in my room was unpacked and put in kitchen cabinets, almost as if I actually live here...

gosh, could I be almost moving in?...

it's been a very long time since I made myself truly at home, that is, created the space to suit me and set down some psycho-roots, if you know what I mean... street life will do that to a psyche sometimes... but then, I've never been much into material worlds (except I used to draw intricate designs of the ideal living spaces when I was a littler kid... indoor/outdoor gardens with small streams and ponds were essential... anyway, I now have piles of papers and stuff on the kitchen counter (the bar side) and chairs (the stuff tentatively being saved) and they'll have to be put away somehow... soon, since the cats will destroy the order and mess up the stuff if I fall asleep before I put it all back in my room (which is a no-cat zone, or so I hope to keep it)...

now I'm watching Goonies while writing this entry and contemplating part two of the Italian dinner I odered earlier... I love this movie, cute kids, lots of energy, imaginations, and hope... so much hope... I miss hope... there's definitely not enough hope in this world... optimism and child-like (innocent) wonder too... and there's definitely not enough of it in my immediate environs... work is a profoundly depressing challenge that requires a strong layer of cynicism and sarcasm to keep my almost endless supply of idealism and positivity from getting too strached and dented... and home life isn't a whole lot better cuz Sally works a zillion hours a week and has no time or energy for anything else and I only get together with Helena for movies or dinner a couple of times a month these days cuz I am trying to save some money and that's about it for social input these days... maybe I should have moved closer to and sought work in the theme parks, but then pay minimum wage and survival requires a bit more than that, like at least twice...

yes, sadly, money does rule me more than ever before in this life and that very much sucks... of course it would lose every bit of it's suckage if I had a fun, energetic, hopeful, optimistic, creative, playmate (even better, partner or closer relationship), but alone poverty does suck major rotten eggs... there's still dishes to do and basic cleaning (which seems to be left for me so far in these first few weeks of living with Sally... maybe it is time for a subtle hint?... laughter must follow a thought like that if you know me... I can be subtle as a brick to the temple sometimes, being openly honest as I am... I am still learning the arts of tact and diplomacy, but I prefer truth in my sharing)...

it is time to set the line-ups for the four fantasy football leagues, so I am gonna watch the movie and maybe heat up the food and relax a bit... wish you were here (especially if you had the magical ability to melt my heart or turn on my libido or stimulate my mind or inspire my creativity or enlighten my psyche or free my spirit or any or all (all?... oh be still) of the above...

if you are still reading this you must really want to know me... that would be nice.

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(just let me know you were here)