and then there's yesterday (which would be this entry at the time it's being written, as opposed to the entry that would be considered yesterday's entry if you consider yesterday's entry the entry immediately preceeding this one regardless of the dates at the time of the entries {which would further confuse the issue of time and whatever because the entry actually written on the date preceeding the date at the top of this entry was written on that actual date, believe it or not, for whatever all this information is worth to you [it's fun to baffle the space-time continuum, for me at least] and we don't have to if you don't want to} but in actual time on the actual time line in the actual space-time continuum that we all assume to be reality, this is yesterdays entry because today is tomorrow), so let's get on with it already so we can be all caught up with today, for the moment...

did anyone else get some sort of mental orgasm just now?...

ok, I am strange and we all just have to live with that fact... or ignore it (at your peril, or folly, or preference, depending on your point of view)... I am easy to ignore, apparently (shhhh, that wasn't a subtle dig to the people in the physical world who say one thing and do something else, much)...

the roommies just arrived (Rasputin in from work, Precious waking up... yes I know it's mid-afternoon, did you expect life around casa de cadnoor to be any closer to normalcy than the rambling you've come to know and love, or at least get lost in?... anyway, the arrive of roommies insures that the TV will go on, so there goes the peace and quiet that produced the previous two entries (in clicking back order) and now, The Mummy Returns attempts to distract us... I suppose it would not distract you as much if I didn't mention it, but then, I mention just about everything eventually...

but these are just catch-up entries slipped into the flow when nobody's looking, after all... the original entries for the eighth and ninth should have been enough for those dates, right?... and then again, perhaps one of the two extra entries will reveal something profoundly meaningful to you that might never have been revealed if I was not slightly crazy enough to continue babbling in this rather obsessive way...

and now, as usual, Rasupitin left the room and Precious got on the phone and the TV remains on so we have the TV nobody is watching and half of Precious's conversation to distract us now... perhaps it is time to put music in my ears...

now where were we?...

nowhere, actually... I was just beginning this entry by pointing out that time is relative and most of the depths of this diary might be buried in entries that you've never read because they are slipped in suddenly in rapid uploads out of chronological order simply because I do not follow the same time line and circadian rhythms that the majority of humans, if not all people, follow... not that I am Lazerus Long or some time traveller type person, but there's a distinct difference between the way I experience and use time and the way everyone else I've ever met does it...

I mean, if you understand what I mean...

hey, I can still dream, after all... even if Amy the ideal dream girl never returns in any form, somebody might embody the dreams of my heart, mind, libido, and weirdness... anything is possible, after all, even if it's just a windmill...

I am I, after all...

so what else is new?... I remain tired (in body)... slightly lethargic (all around)... and relatively unfocused (in mind)... you know my heart is sleeping (what?... you've not been to candora, where have you been?... maybe you're new here and this is your first experience with my writing... oh dear, that would be interesting, for me at least)...

so nothing, absolutely nothing is new...

how horrible...

well, it would not be so horrible if I had the soulmate of my dreams, you know, the one with whom I love to share the mundane monotony of daily life... but for a diarist who does not want to bore you, dear readers, to sleep, nothing new to write about is rather horrible... at least mildly horrible, wouldn't you say?...

I could mention that the fourth hurricane of the season was not much of a menace around here, in spite of his name (Dennis)... since this is a year of male names for hurricanes, does that mean they'll be more aggressive?... perhaps, but following that line of reasoning they might also have less aim... after all, it only took three last year to get us...

come to think of it, they alternate male-female names for storms (didn't they once alternate years or is that just my memory playing tricks on me?)... the news media did their best to stir up fear and panic and increase the death rate from stress related diseases like heart attacks and strokes, which is mostly why I do not watch the news (I suppose I could be all noble and quote a famous person who said, in innocent seriousness, though I'd definitely have said it in serious irreverence,

"I don't watch the news because I want to know the truth"

Mother Theresa

yes, seriously...

and I was just as serious, meaning as serious as her and not as seriously irreverent as I can be, in the rhyme with all the links in the previous entry that I wish someone who is cabable of and striving to actualize sharing of unconditional trust and honest love (not to mention completely open honesty) would care enough to notice and follow and learn all there is to know about me and just because they've been searching for me their whole life, fall completely in love with me and inspire me to, simply by being who they are, fall completely in love with them... or at least notice, noticing would be good too...

U2... I mean U2 plays in my ears at the moment... I stated my case for keeping my electric and telephone bills reasonable since it's summer and $300 would be a reasonable bill each summer month if we don't leave the TV on constantly when we leave the room and nobody's watching and if we remember that just because there's no school that does not change when the peak minutes on the cell phone happen (I didn't mention standing in front of the fridge or freezer with the door open) and then I put music in my ears... thank you for the CD... I always wanted to know how to dismantle an atomic bomb...