Not that I'm complaining....

But I wish that in all of this upheaval, moving, unpacking and such...there was time for me to have some uninterrupted hours for writing. For thinking about what I'm working on, for the actual sitting in front of the computer and putting it down.

But, no. Unpacked boxes mock me from every corner. We have dinner sitting in our own home instead of behind the wheel, but shortly after, we sleep. And wake, and begin the mad dash back to work aain.

This weekend? Birthday party at Sis' house Saturday. Birthday party at Hartman's Sunday. Maybe. Jim has to work Sunday.

I can't write until the boxes are unpacked. That's work. Writing's for fun.

Meanwhile, visions dance before my eyes...I'm constantly reminded I have two or three folders open...and sucks to be you. Go unpack a box.

Or go to work.

Ah, well.

Not that I'm complaining....

But I wish that in all of this upheaval, moving, unpacking and such...there was time for me to have some uninterrupted hours for writing. For thinking about what I'm working on, for the actual sitting in front of the computer and putting it down.

But, no. Unpacked boxes mock me from every corner. We have dinner sitting in our own home instead of behind the wheel, but shortly after, we sleep. And wake, and begin the mad dash back to work aain.

This weekend? Birthday party at Sis' house Saturday. Birthday party at Hartman's Sunday. Maybe. Jim has to work Sunday.

I can't write until the boxes are unpacked. That's work. Writing's for fun.

Meanwhile, visions dance before my eyes...I'm constantly reminded I have two or three folders open...and sucks to be you. Go unpack a box.

Or go to work.

Ah, well.

Not that I'm complaining....

But I wish that in all of this upheaval, moving, unpacking and such...there was time for me to have some uninterrupted hours for writing. For thinking about what I'm working on, for the actual sitting in front of the computer and putting it down.

But, no. Unpacked boxes mock me from every corner. We have dinner sitting in our own home instead of behind the wheel, but shortly after, we sleep. And wake, and begin the mad dash back to work aain.

This weekend? Birthday party at Sis' house Saturday. Birthday party at Hartman's Sunday. Maybe. Jim has to work Sunday.

I can't write until the boxes are unpacked. That's work. Writing's for fun.

Meanwhile, visions dance before my eyes...I'm constantly reminded I have two or three folders open...and sucks to be you. Go unpack a box.

Or go to work.

Ah, well.

Funk

There is nothing wrong with me. Long may that be the case and I am terribly grateful. Not so much as a stubbed toe.

I still want a beer. One beer, singular. No, I don't want a six-pack. Or a bottle the size of my head.

Maybe Sis will have one for me tomorrow.

The message, whose authenticity could not be confirmed, concluded: "Our men and women deserve to be treated like the heroes they are, not like farm animals. Our men and women deserve to see their loved ones again and deserve to come home."

I'd have to agree with that. The whole story just makes me weepy. Knew this would happen. Knew this in April. But I was just some French-loving hippy liberal asshole. Riiiight.

What am I doing? I'm buying all the sardines, seasoned pepper and anything else that looks like a good idea for the box for studiokz - he'll share, he's that kind of guy - and then I'm going to go hide in a corner and get very depressed do anything else that sounds good, because right now that's the limit of my resources to do anything by myself.

Never let it be said I can't be totally realistic about something. Bah fucking BAH. This makes me sick. I remember Watergate. That was nothing besides this. Nobody died at the Watergate Hotel, after all.

snooks, chat up juan70x - there isn't anyone else on my friends list who would be more help to you with the vinyl luck that dropped in your lap this week...and he would be the most receptive audience I know. You rock.

And according to Amazon, everything I have bought from them in the past four years I stole 5 - 15% on. So much for the Friday Five.

I'm going for a walk.

Funk

There is nothing wrong with me. Long may that be the case and I am terribly grateful. Not so much as a stubbed toe.

I still want a beer. One beer, singular. No, I don't want a six-pack. Or a bottle the size of my head.

Maybe Sis will have one for me tomorrow.

The message, whose authenticity could not be confirmed, concluded: "Our men and women deserve to be treated like the heroes they are, not like farm animals. Our men and women deserve to see their loved ones again and deserve to come home."

I'd have to agree with that. The whole story just makes me weepy. Knew this would happen. Knew this in April. But I was just some French-loving hippy liberal asshole. Riiiight.

What am I doing? I'm buying all the sardines, seasoned pepper and anything else that looks like a good idea for the box for studiokz - he'll share, he's that kind of guy - and then I'm going to go hide in a corner and get very depressed do anything else that sounds good, because right now that's the limit of my resources to do anything by myself.

Never let it be said I can't be totally realistic about something. Bah fucking BAH. This makes me sick. I remember Watergate. That was nothing besides this. Nobody died at the Watergate Hotel, after all.

snooks, chat up juan70x - there isn't anyone else on my friends list who would be more help to you with the vinyl luck that dropped in your lap this week...and he would be the most receptive audience I know. You rock.

And according to Amazon, everything I have bought from them in the past four years I stole 5 - 15% on. So much for the Friday Five.

I'm going for a walk.

Funk

There is nothing wrong with me. Long may that be the case and I am terribly grateful. Not so much as a stubbed toe.

I still want a beer. One beer, singular. No, I don't want a six-pack. Or a bottle the size of my head.

Maybe Sis will have one for me tomorrow.

The message, whose authenticity could not be confirmed, concluded: "Our men and women deserve to be treated like the heroes they are, not like farm animals. Our men and women deserve to see their loved ones again and deserve to come home."

I'd have to agree with that. The whole story just makes me weepy. Knew this would happen. Knew this in April. But I was just some French-loving hippy liberal asshole. Riiiight.

What am I doing? I'm buying all the sardines, seasoned pepper and anything else that looks like a good idea for the box for studiokz - he'll share, he's that kind of guy - and then I'm going to go hide in a corner and get very depressed do anything else that sounds good, because right now that's the limit of my resources to do anything by myself.

Never let it be said I can't be totally realistic about something. Bah fucking BAH. This makes me sick. I remember Watergate. That was nothing besides this. Nobody died at the Watergate Hotel, after all.

snooks, chat up juan70x - there isn't anyone else on my friends list who would be more help to you with the vinyl luck that dropped in your lap this week...and he would be the most receptive audience I know. You rock.

And according to Amazon, everything I have bought from them in the past four years I stole 5 - 15% on. So much for the Friday Five.

I'm going for a walk.