the internet is an out of body experience

though it is nearing 3am, this shall be Saturday Evening's Post (capitalization presented for nostalgia fans) and as there is little to nothing to summarize about the events of the day, I suggest (if you are looking for more words) you venture behind the candoor where some entries of potential controversy and commentary, but hopefully amusement as that is what they are to me, leaped out into cyberspace today) and then, as I do when the insatiable quest for more, more, more compells me to search out more, more more, wander over to myspace where there are many worlds to explore beyond that which I loosely call my own...

the body relaxed, though did not sleep, today... the TV remained off until I called the cable company and paid the bill (sometimes that is the only peace from television I get around here) and then the usual banal fare piped through the tube... Final Destination 3 and Office Space were the highlight of the evening...

Precious arrived home safely with Krispy Kreme donuts straight from the original Krispy Kreme in Winston-Salem, North Carolina... and there was ice cream and cookies and I don't know if I'll ever resist the influences of the roommates here... especially since I do not want to clean/scrub the kitchen every time I want to cook because I am the only one who does dishes and wipes up after I use the kitchen, so I don't make fresh food or cook here... and now Rasputin is coughing all over the place, including on the dishes I washed, so Precious will probably be sick soon and I'll do my best to stay out of the kitchen and out of his way for a while...

and maybe tonight I'll clean off my bed and use it for the first time since Tuesday night so I might feel rested in the body enough to feel motivated to get to the gym before this week off from work speeds by... alone, alas, all alone in my hunger for creativity and health and fitness and activity and love and lust and passion for and to share everything... lament and sigh and all that jazz...

my mind, for better or worse, is having way too much fun to join in the physical fatigue or muscular depression, so I'm gonna wander back over to myspace and continue fantasizing about all the wonderful friends and muses I would have in real life if I could only trannsmit myself through wires so I could be wherever these wonderful people are... yeah, real life, cool illusion, aye?...

is the whole world laughing with me? J