you may be right, I may be crazy

actually, there's no maybe about it, but it's a good song anyway... so the last entry was written just before I left the house and this entry is being written the moment I walk back in the door (and I got out of work early) and is there any wonder why I'm not uploading endless ramblings behind the candoor?...

yes, I do figure that the more I link to myself the more chance I will find true love... it doesn't have to make sense, it's some sort of psychic web spider bot instinct that tells me to do it so never mind if you don't get it and ignore it if it's not fun for you and continue with whatever is...

if you could multiply the intensity of the simple phrase I am tired about fifty hundred times and zen it forward, you might approach some conception of just how tired I be at this moment in time and yet, due to caffeiene and adrenaline, I am wired from the neck up (beyond clarity or coherence, perhaps, but wired nonetheless) and even as the body wants to fall over I am bouncing around the room in my mind...

does your nose start running when you are majorly sleep deprived?... I am really quite amazed that this body has not rebelled and popped a stroke or some stoppage of the mad manic roller coaster I live these days... every now and then my nose bleeds and forces me to lay back and rest, so maybe that's an early warning system that the body is approaching the I don't know how much more she can take, Jim point of no return... yes, that was a message written in Star Trek code, you nerds...

takes one to know one I suppose, aye?... meanwhile, I don't feel like I have the energy to sit up long enough to make any sense out of the scribble files just now, but as promised in the last entry or few back, dozens of entries will be uploaded into the scribble files very shortly...

meanwhile, I've got to go because I forgot I was meeting Bert at Barnes & Noble... so out and onward and upward and don't blow your nose too hard...