The Great and Powerful Whatever.

It seems that people want me to go to Florida. Maybe it's just that they want me outta' Michigan? Could be.

I've finished PULP. Really. I'm serious. This time, I'm serious. Of course I'm sorta' at a block with my whole computer problems. My laptop has developed this nasty habit of deciding when and where it's just had enough of me and goes to sleep. A deep sleep that it can't be woke from. A few days later it acts like everything is fine. Then it does it again. All in all this makes for some hair pulling moments. I hate it! I'm working on my brother to let me use a spare desk top. That's going not so well. Actually, I can't tell if it's going well or not. He tends to move slow. A turtle could run rings around him, he's so slow at things.

I was 155 this morning and I feel fat. I'm not a big guy so 155 feels bloated and lardy to me. The truth is that unless the food is unbelievably good, eating is really rather boring to me. Even when it's really good, after I've had a taste, I'm usually done. Unless I have to eat to be polite. Which I've had to do a lot the past few months. I usually leave feeling like a snake. I'll be good for days after a big meal and not want food again until next Spring. People are really good cooks. Not me. I'm terrible. But others are good and not just good-good but Oh. My. Gawd. Good.

I'm feeling both fine and rather empty these days. I'm bored. I think. Maybe not. Life tends to bore me. I need distractions and it's hard to distract me. I can barely sit through movies without wanting to write or draw or climb the walls and bounce.

I am sure that when I sat down to write this I actually had something to say but I'll be darned if I can think of what it was.

Whatever.