nothing happening (here)

the meetup idea either completely fizzled or is on hold... work seems to be taking precedence in my brain these days (this week especially)... I'm slouching more... I'm also skipping around from thought to thought more abstractly (and perhaps more randomly, but in fact, perhaps less randomly and nobody knows, not even me, at least not on the surface where I seem to be staying lately, especially this week)...

could be the chill in the air around here since I used the words living like pigs... Raspy seems to have ignored it, as he is his usual self, but Precious seems more distant and sullen... maybe she's resenting my pointing out how she lives or maybe (being optimistic as I am) she's opening her eyes to the dozens of empty Pepsi bottles she steps on in the piles of dirty clothing that are a couple of feet deep in some places in her room (we haven't seem the carpet in years)... it's her room, after all, but I finally said something unpleasant about the piggishness constantly spilling into the rest of the place...

I think the food poisoning helped me snap...

no really, I think it brought the obvious fact that it is amazing I've not had food poisoning simply cooking and eating in this place... the fact that I use my own silverware and plates that I was and keep next to the big green chair is probably why, but the week(s) old food in the fridge surely puts anything in the fridge at risk...

I wish I could open their eyes to the health risks they play with constantly, not to mention the gallons of Pepsi and crap they consume each week... it isn't easy loving people who are semi-suicidal... just being in close proximity is dangerous cuz I'm rather osmotic (ummm, I mean I tend to empathize to the point of osmosis and become chameleon-like in behavior and perspective until something wakes me up, sometimes rudely, and I grumble about how stupid I am for being lonely enough to get close to humans again...

I should run...

meanwhile, I'm making no time for myspace either, so my hoards of devoted fans are drifting away and just when I was about to reach 10000 visits to my profile, alas... I suppose I could hook up a visit-bot and fake being amazingly popular, but then, that's only fun for a moment, like all fakeness... there's just too little time and all the winds of fortune and fate and energy all around me all going in the opposite direction of my creative flow... and grumbling and lamenting is getting way old....

so nothing's happening...

and the sleepwriting is about in a coma and the mostly dead and very nearly completely dead and all the other gardens are lost in space so far out in the stream that I'm not even throwing them a link-line cuz waa waa waa, what's the use, right?... meanwhile, instead of letting myself feel intimidated by food or even wising up and eating healthy or fasting to cleanse the system after the food poisoning over the weekend, I've eaten pasta and pizza all week every night... and salad too, so I'm not going completely into the high-carb high-fat body nightmare, but I am definitely indulging the taste bud decadence and not feeding the health... so me belly full but me hungry and a high carb bod is a bloated bod.. and the wittle weeble wobble wee wee wee all the way home...

I really should run...

or at least upload the next entry, which will be the one above this one, so you might have already read it, which would be out of order, but I won't hold you in contempt... I might hold you in Philadelphia, but never in contempt...

move along now, there's really nothing happening (here)...