iDallas!I have trouble dealing with certain kinds of people and things. I just can’t do it.
I guess I am too immature or too sensitive or something. There must be something wrong with me, but I don’t really know what that something might be. I don’t know if anyone really does.
I suppose I could go talk to someone whose job is to listen, but that just seems silly when I have loved ones around.
I just slept for about 14 hours, but mygod I am alive!
I had a crazy dramatic night followed by a party night and a long discussion the next day. Then I went to bed and slept and slept and slept.
I need to figure out how to get my schedule back on track now.
Is a technologically enhanced idea truly human in nature?
I just realized something interesting:
Kung-fu movies are technological poetry.
And the art has grown.
Yay!
I called the girl and left a message.
I had the wrong area code. Silly me.
Now I guess I am waiting for a response.
I am hopeful, but I’m not dwelling on it.
I spent the last couple of evenings drumming and playing records and having a grand old time. Hopefully, I will be able to get some work done, too, this week.
It’s hard to make any group of people with any real size agree on anything all the way.
People will always have their little issues. Some people just have to have their opinions heard, no matter how relavant (or not) they might be. Some people.
But without those people, nothing would happen at all. Funny that.
I got out of the house today and bought some more records. That’s good, but it sure makes the days go faster.
Business is still good. Better than ever.
My body is starting to complain that I don’t play with it enough, though… I need to be careful about that. I am still young.
Liz Phair knows where it’s at.
I called the girl I met in San Diego just now… and the number she gave me has been disconnected.
I wonder what the means. Either she has a strange sense of humor or she doesn’t pay her bills. I can deal with either of those possibilities, I think.
I wonder how I am going to contact her now.
I know her first name and the city she lives in… I wonder if the Internet could help me…
I’ll give it a shot.
beat me down.
spin me around.
I will talk to you anyway.
Because I’m a talker, and without that I am nothing.
No how, now way.
That’s just what it is.
And I am not as wise as you think.
I am quick, and a quick-witted person can often fool another and fake wisdom. It only works for short periods of time, though…
Eventually, the quick-witted person will make a mistake, shattering the illusion of wisdom… but then that phenomenon is just called genius.
whoop.
I have not been updating things as quickly as I’d like lately. I have been having some fun in my own realworld fun palace.
Some of the time, I think that might be true if I were to stop and care.
I have little time to care sometimes. I feel that one day I will be able to turn my head and look back on what I have done and take a moment to be proud of myself before trudging ever forward.
Hopefully, everyone behind me will be able to do the same, all the way down the ladder.