real time marches on

so I did this and I did that and here we are...

ummm, perhaps a bit more... I mean, what would you say if I wrote posts like that?... would you stand up and walk out on me?... since there's only one person who actually met me in RealLife™ reading this and I don't think I could raise the boredom level of said person any more than it already is (perceive my meaning correctly hear, other who might pop in, Quasar9 is exceptionally bored at times, but far from boring and I was lucky enough to find that out first hand with my own eyes... I imagine a certain Red Monkey would understand as levels of boredom rise to boreded at times in the Monkey's world and surely my dear darling Lydia would understand, in spite of what the main Marx brother might think, but this is an aside that can be explored in the babble of behind the candoor, not take up valuable time in this RealTime™ blog that is supposed to be all about me and those in my RealTime™ life, or something like that)...

oh really?...

yes, well, so... when we last left off, our hero (or maybe me, umm, I?) was falling asleep... that actually did happen eventually and then I woke... if this was a dream diary I would tell you about my dreams, but it would be an odd diary for I almost never remember my dreams in explainable forms... I remember broad strokes of emotions, quite often quite intense, usually closer to euphoria than bland or the other (depressive or scary) side, but again this is for another ramble...

yes, well, I then woke (after I slept) and showered one of thoseshowers that dreams are made of and if it was only longer (we run out of hot water here way too soon) it might have ranked up there with some of the greatest showers ever taken by man...

I then came out and plopped down in my big green chair to ooze (or perhaps I radiated) positive vibes as I watched Rasputin (my other roommate) lose his mind in reruns of M*A*S*H and That 70s Show (and I do mean lose his mind... you could literally move every stick of furniture out of the house except the couch and TV and he'd not notice until, well, I would say until the show is over, but he gets even more zoned into the commericials than the shows so I suppose it would have to be until his Pepsi jones calls and he gets up to go to fridge for another show of the devil's elixor, which, of course, is no longer there because it was moved out along with the fridge... and there he'd be, scratching his head and wondering what happened to his Pepsi when something on the TV would grab his attention and another twenty minutes or hours would pass before he realizes he's standing in an empty apartment (cuz we moved the couch out while he was standing in the kitchen) craving the black acid... he'd probably run down to the soda machine and get a couple of cans of Pepsi before looking around the apartment and realizing nothing is in it (because we moved the TV out when he was down at the soda machine)...

I seem to be in quite a digressive mood, huh?...

well, after ordering pizza, we watched one of the many Star Wars movies because I forgot I took ten DVDs out of the library this week and then it was time for me to go to work...

and here we are, just returning from work and having pizza for breakfast (though it's dinner for me) and there you are wondering why in the world you come here to read this tripe...

hopefully you're laughing, or at least mildly amused, and there's your answer... now if I could only answer some of my own questions, I'd know more too... and on that note I wish you a wonderful day, since it's morning, but just in case you didn't get here during the day, may you night be even better than your day...