queue Twilight Zone music, sorta

wow, see, that was like three entries in a row (actually, it was three entries in a row), and since I have three whole readers (though statistically, it comes out to about 2.7 due to some higher mathemetics principles or some such Euclidian stuff that would take an Archemedes to explain), that means there was one whole entry for each one of you...

if anybody else was out there, I'd be kinda shocked, and yet, I get this feeling sometimes, a weirdly good feeling that starts right above my nose and radiates into my head, finding a secret tube that drops it straight into the pit of my abdomen where the butterflies live and they take flight and tickle my heart (and sometimes give me the hiccups, espcially after a large nearly perfectly cooked meal, which I just happen to have just haave had, so I do... have, that is) and shoot tingly silky arrows in every direction so I am in a state of silly sappy bliss that should not be discussed on the internet without a chaperone or something...

just imagining the one is out there secretly reading... or one of the amys I've known in this life, even... the different is the latter produces excited giggles and bouncing, while the former produces euphoric stillness and awe...

yeah, so anyway, today was another day and I got more work done at work... the Administrator passed by my office more times than usual, which could mean he was checking me out or he was shy about interrupting me (since I only acknowledged him once with a side smile because I was focused on the charts and computer screen and keyboard and assessments and data I was creating and entering)... corporate hardball starts by looking too busy to have time to kiss ass to get what you want... and his play was to let me see him many times and not follow through on his exressed intention to discuss the PI position... who blinks first could be worth thousands or more...


shhhh, he could be reading...

as much as bursting out into laughter seems the most appropriate thing to do right about now, what I won't mention it that any corporate mogul at the top of the food chain would actually have someone researching a prospective purchase (and every employee is a purchase) looking for exactly this sort of cleverly disguised window into the inner mind of said purchase in order to know more and therein outplay and the opponent and win the game...

ouooo, baby baby it's a wild world...

it's hard to get by just upon a smile...

upon returning home, I ate a salad and started nodding off... that's when Raspy came in and somehow, I cooked an amazing dinner that would turn dead vegetarians over in their graves (the perfectly fried onions were what made it for me) and munched on half a box of Kashi granola for dessert... and all that energy consumption brought me right here to you...

imagine if I actually had sugary dessert and caffeine like I used to, I might actually write coherently, or babble, even... it's been a long time since I babbled (but let's not ut the RIP sign up at btc just yet, ok?)... it's only logical that I'd be craving carbs after three straight meals of 80%+ protein and fat, right?...

I should just let myself stay asleep...

I miss sex... that might not have much to do with anything else I'm rambling on about, but then, it would be worth waking up for... it's also the best weight loss health and fitness program I know... so maybe I'm going about this get healthy thing all wrong...

all these nights home alone in this couch potato dungeon may be catching up with me... there simply no activity in my immediate spheres outside of what I do... and it's so easy to succumb to the influences that surround me everywhere... so easy to blend into the stillness, the stupor, the land of the mostly dead...

will no one stay awake with me?...

I suppose it's time to wander over to myspace and watch the show and dream of making that connection... and then, to sleep, and to dream... hope you have sweet dreams too and better yet, hope your sweet dreams come true :)