and another morning rushed by in what seems like the blink of an eye... I got out of work the usual half our late and went shopping because, perhaps you've heard, we've got another Hurricane aimed at Orlando and this one is supposed to be bigger than the last... like I need so spend more money preparing for an emergency that is likely to cost more money when I have uber bills to pay (car insurance is biannual so $500 is due, two car payments so $338 is due, and the storage place will be due very soon at $140 a month... and I don't know if my dear roommie will be able to cover any of his $760 share of the rent this month (or his $300 share of the utilities, no less emergency costs)...

so bring the generous nurturing loving (all-together now) fool I am, I spent mo money (mo money) and we have canned pasta, fruits, milk, and boxed cereal, soy and rice milk, and lots of water and drinks, and new flashlights, matches, and batteries and another cooler (dang it, Sally, remember the ice this time or else, bang zoom, to the moon Alice... oh Ricky... dun oh Ricky me, ju chust dun cum home witout it... excuse me, but two of the oldest and most classic of sitcoms just took over my brain for a moment there... I think I'm alright now... but you should have heard it in my mind, it was really funny... I know, I am so easily amused... and by myself, no less)... ahem, these parentheses are getting out of hand, huh?... well, in all seriousness, I won't let Precious sit this one out in the dark without a flashlight... I'm wondering just when she became my kid...

anyway, I then came home and went to the gym... exhausted since I lugged lots of stuff up the stairs eight times and have been awake 17 hours, at least... but gym we must (or bust, huh)... well, I didn't bust... the machine I usually use was occupied so I jumped on the treadmill and with the month layoff and extra weight and fatigue, woah... I'll have to berate myself later in my poor-me journal that sneaks a workout log into it (probably just to prove that I am only mostly dead and not quite yet completely dead {cuz the dead don't journal, right, wake me up inside} even though I almost might appear so if one looks at the frequency of my updates over at my original journal {that continues in my mind even after all these years} or my first public community journal {which has wonderful friends I neglected horribly and this morning I do some penance, by chance, but that's another story in someone else's comments}, for that matter... but hopefully I am balancing the checkbook in my multipurpose mind/pysche/anima/universal connection and it'll all be good in the end and is this actually a parentheses cuz I'm losing track... ummmm, ok) if I make the time (which would be foolish since I have to pick up Rasputin at the airport later and then go to work and ring ring, that was the phone right on time with a personal request from someone I will not say no to asking me to stay an extra two hours tomorrow morning so I better get some sleep soon and wouldn't you know, I'm in a rambling mood)...

she is the cause...

actually, her here (and imagine my excitement to find out there was more, but that's another tangent for another time) sideswiped me somehow when I sat down at the other computer immediately following the workout to jot an entry in the workout log and found a comment left almost a month ago that I completely overlooked cuz I haven't been to the gym for a month so I haven't been to LJ for a month (the good news is I didn't wallow in the land of the mostly dead in self-pathetic splendor {or squalor, depending upong perspective} so it's not all grumbly news) so I grumbled at myself and clicked on the comment and decided to respond by going to her journal and saying something more meaningful than thank you and I got into reading and wanted to leave another comment from my supposedly alive (but obviously sleeping deeply) self over there at LJ (where I think I kept a much more positive and perhaps more serious or at least more focused perspective... maybe), but the server rejected my password over and over so I copied the comment to my clipboard (copy and paste, though I didn't do the paste part) wrote a note to their support system and after about fifteen minutes realized I was entering one digit wrong in the password (do I avoid and feed my procrastinating distractions well or what?) and while I was waiting for support to reply I discovered her other place and got excited (cuz falling in love is just too much fun) and when I finally realized the password error was mine and got back in and went to leave the comment and realized that I had copies the address to her other diary (someone must be laughing now, though it don't seem funny somehow... I wonder, do you like being talked about in the third person or would you rather I address this paragraph to you... and I wonder the same question to others I ramble on about here... but then that would change the tone of this diary from a narrative about my life into a series of letters to friends and strangers and who knows who or what else... there's a place for that {at least in my mind... the various letters areas of my written gardens and still unplanted cyberspace laying fallow and other ideas for future surveying too, remember?} and are we lost in yet another parentheses yes I think so {rambling mood, remember?}... so out dang parentheses {hey, it sorta worked for that spot for Shakespeare, if you get the reference}, out)...

where were we?...

ah yes, inspired to wake up more and the wonderful distraction of falling in love again (Marlene Detriech, where are you now?... oh, but Garbo, dear Garbo, please reconsider... Groucho too, come to think of it, but again we digress, again) while accepting more responsibility for life at home (even though it's picking up someone else's slack) and feeling that wonderful feeling that only nurturing and doing the right thing brings (to me, at least)... and all this just to jot down a quick summary of the life (in black and white) cuz that is what I do here (or so it was intended) in this diary (I'll consider checking for typos tomorrow, my body is aching for a supine position at the moment)...

but could I sleep?...

so anyway, pow, just like that the wondrous re-awakening that might have been happening over at LJ inspired by a dear precious soul who deserves a lot more attention than I give was put back to bed by the grumbling stupid self-flagellation that comes from being stupid enough to copy and not paste... yes, the exquisitely revealing comment (did I mention it was an exquisitely revealing comment of great depth and fortitude inspiring me to blissful tears of rejoicement and the happy happy joy joy wake up dance?... well, it was) was lost to the forgetful clipboard and so I came here to tell you all about it...

aren't you thrilled?

well, it is time for me to try to calm my brain down and get some sleep (though I promised Precious I'd copy Evita for her and that's halfway done over at the desktop computer so I'll finish that and then fall into bed... the body is definitely tired enough, even though the brain is infiltrating it with adreno-power and some other euporic hyper giggly hormones... sometimes I think I have the brain of a teenage girl, but that's another story told a thousand times and at least almost once only yesterday... somewhere... stop it with the movies scenes already, the suspence is killing me {or is that the emotional catharsis heart wrenching tear jerking death scene from West Side Story, oh Maria, say it ain't so, Tony... but my heart, Anita, but my heart)...

by the way (in case you didn't know), all this namedropping is, not, I repeat, is not intentional search engine baiting, it is my subconscious gong to the movies {and TV, which frequently happens in my references, almost as much as going through my memory of musical lyrics), though now that I think of that (search engine baiting), anyone new appearing here from some web search, hello and welcome and won't you please pull up a chair and set a spell and listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed, or Candoor, at least... and y'all come back now, y'hear?... cuz people who need people are the most wonderful people in the world and really, Auntie Em, there's no place like home)...

G'nite Diaryland, and all ships at sea...

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