just morning

I slept during the night for the first time in ages (weird feeling) and I woke to come out here to sort through files... after a few minutes of focusing, out comes Rasputing (who's light was on when I went to bed and was still on this morning, but says he slept)... to the fridge, to his Diet Pepsi, to the couch, and to sleep...

after sorting through a half dozen files I find I need to search my diary to see if the words I am finding have been uploaded (I think the particular words were, but I want to link to them so I either need to find them or re-upload them) and I start opening browser windows and find myself wanting to keep in touch in RealTime so I opened this window and started typing...

after all, this blog is a record of life as it is right here and now for me to remember and for you to know so you can know what I do and experience in graphic detail (egocentric or not, it's getting to know me for anyone who wants to... and for me too)... I think what prompted me to want to record RealTime life was a loud fart from my fart-filled roommate... this is the primary reason I never sit on the couch... thankfully, only Precious sits in my big green chair when I don't as far as I can tell...

anyway, the typing woke Rasputin, who opened his Diet Pepsi and drank a sip and then, it appears, fell back to sleep... at least the TV did not go on yet... and the clock on the wall says the gym just opened and I ponder... too soon after the first time in months?...

pondering continues...

my intention this morning is to sort through more files, delete the duplicates and condense the qords that have been uploaded and put them into a folder that is called "UPLOADED" (clever, aye?) and maybe get back to just one scribble file so the babbling stream of consciousness might be clean and clear and not travelling in seventy gazillion directions for just a brief moment (until the need for opening other files for other ideas comes up again... there is a method to my madness)...

so many loose threads and I'm the only one who sees them all... that's kind of lonely, but also kind of exciting... heart lonely, ego exciting... all in all, I'd rather the heart be less lonely, but at least I love me and enjoy the heck out of my threads (of thought, feeling, consciousness, and assorted ethereal stuff)...

maybe the gym is not such a bad idea after all... though waking and drinking water and going to the bathroom and showering and powdering and dressing all should be done before I follow through on the impulse... this is why having the gym equipment in the house (or living in the country where I could just step outside and run around naked) was a big advantage to staying in shape... and I'll probably return to the TV blaring nothing and no one in the room, but hey, that's life in casa de candoor these days... I wonder if anyone will clean anything in the kitchen today...

why am I laughing? J







shhhhh, cuz life is fun no matter what, naa naa)