that's me, yup, me, dummy... a dummy who is $106 dollars poorer right now... six days ago the thirty day period for paying the ticket I got last month was over and why didn't I go pay the ticket?... lazy... I didn't want to give up a whole day waiting at courts... I wanted to go to sleep and wake up and go to the gym... I wanted to sleep and wake and go the the gym every night this week... it didn't happen... if you recall, I misplaced the tickets and spent gym time and writing time searching for them... and then I indulged all sorts of evil inside me with food (Swiss Rolls, you are paying attention, right?) and a rambling rhyming writing party... procrastination costs money... so I paid $32 in late fees and now I have to find and go to a traffic school so the points don't go on my license... the dummy didn't realize it would take less than an hour to drive to the court, pay the fines, and get home... that was too easy...

so here we are... I should probably go to sleep and wake up late and get to the gym and continue this physical reawakening reaching for higher energy levels of awareness and enlightenment trip I've been on for the past month or so... it is much better than the wallowing in the mostly dead phase I was in for most of last year... or longer... time dissolves when wasting away...

but instead, I pop some sort of frozen pastry that tries to pass itself off as a stromboli filled with sauce and sausage and peppers and onions... it's a cheap snack... and suffices until the eggplant parmesean is ready... look, it's either this or succumb to going out to lunch when Sally gets home and that'll cost much more than the food I have in the fridge... yes, I would much rather be social, but economical is important too... these are the choices we must sometimes make in this life when poverty strikes...

besides, Celentano Eggplant is not bad at all...

I really have nothing much to say... not about life, at least... and if you've been here before or have been looking around, you know that I have other places for other thoughts and feelings that are based more on what's going on inside of me than what's going on around me... this is the journal about life, the boredom and monotony, the same old same old, and these days, the agony of loneliness...

wouldn't it be great if a bunch of sliders dragged is into one of their slides?... well, it would be for me... other worlds, alien or alternative universes, antyhing with changes and challenges and sharing... that's it, sharing is what is missing... heck, even this boring vegetative life would be infinitely better with sharing... well, not so vegetative... sharing at higher energy levels makes even vegetation more fun... but those infinite possibilities adventures would be great too...

and look at this... this text box has been open all morning and what's gone into it... chocolate cake... not in this text box, into me... I had a craving for chocolate cake... and Code Red... well, not the Code Red, but an imitation Code Red that is just as good and half the price... well, not quite half the price, more like sixty percent of the price, but almost half the price... depending on sales and current market values... anyway, it was great... sugar rush, and Analyze That... and then, Men In Black II... life really is a movie, the trouble is so few of us are lucky enough to have really good writers...

fell asleep...

what a wonderful day... laughing at my ability to enjoy the simplest of things, like napping in my very own big green chair and being comfortable in time and space... and the irony of cable television, the TV is still on and here we are hours later still watching Men In Black from almost the same spot... within minutes... here is what never happened from one of their files that doesn't exist, or something like that... there's a much better line somewhere in this movie, or was that Analyze That... well, when I am this tired and giddy, I can enjoy Mystery Science Feature films without the ridiculous commentary... shared... definitely shared... everything is better shared... like watching cows chew their cud...

"we are who we are... even if we sometimes forget"...

so doesn't anybody want to listen to my story all about the girl who came to stay?... she was the kind of girl who would have made Christ horny, still you don't regret a single day... yeah I paraphrased... substitute sorry for horny and be all sadm it might have the effect it was meant to have... by me, I mean... the world is a locker at an interplanetary rest stop at exit 67 on an outer alternative route along an intergalactic highway and I am ready to get off and get back out on the road... yeah, Bob too...

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