I can't believe it's not perfection.

I'm not sure but I think I'm lazy. Maybe. Probably. (Ya' think?!) Is that a bad thing to be? (Maybe.) Okay. I have been doing some things. Yes. I have too. Things like working on attaining perfection. It's much more difficult that you might think. I'm beginning to think that true perfection is a myth and pretend perfection should be my new goal. Can I fake perfection? That's the question. Can I fool people? Maybe, but it would sure help if I didn't talk about this publicly and online. (Sorta' stupid, really when ya' think about it.)
Pretending perfection: As good as the real thing.

Did I mention that the computer is fixed (ish) and I'm started to work again. I still need some programs re-installed so I can do more. Like write. (I wanna' write.) The manga story is done and I just need to get together with Ken to have him check, edit and upload etc. (Whatever it is he does.) Have you ever felt like you were running a thousand miles an hour and getting nowhere? Me too.

I've started reading that "Twilight" book to see what all the hubbub is about. So far it's "okay". I certainly doesn't jump out as "the next big thang". Of course, I'm only about half way through it and not it's target market. (No kidding?) I mean, it's good. Don't get me wrong (Or threaten to kill me.) but I'm not quite sure what all the noise is about. Yet. Of course, Harry Potter was (Is.) good too but not as good as it's sales were (Are.). Or maybe it is? I don't know. If I knew I'd be the rich, famous and respected one that nobodies were talking about in blogs no one ever reads. What's was up with the Ninja Turtles anyway.

I want to get something. People need to send me stuff. Like free subscriptions and ... Humm ... Stuff. My mail is so boring. I remember when getting the mail was exciting. "I wonder what I'll get today?!" Not any more. Just bills and junk. Not worth the trip down the driveway. No one ever sends me anything. That's sorta' sad.

Whatever. Tonight, I'll do some writing (Long hand like the Pilgrims used to do.), try and relax and ... something cool that I can't think of right now but am sure I'll be able to think of later. I'm sure. Sorta'. Tomorrow I'll head over to Bob's and visit before he heads outta' state and has more fun than me. Then Friday / Saturday I'll finish up on all the work I've been finishing up with for a while now. (Too long.)

So. I was at Ron's last night. (He's back from Indianapolis.) I'll be at Bob's tomorrow. (Before he goes to Florida.) Just had to turn down a trip with Ken because I'd made other plans. (He's headed to South Bend.) What am I doing? Nothing. Seriously, how do I do this?

I've been on the phone allll stinkin' day. Everyone seems to be calling me and wanting to talk to (At.) me. My ear is sore and I wanna' get outta' here. Now.

BTW: Have you noticed that a lot of videos on YouTube these days seem to be just short commercials advertising people's appearances on other sites? I have. One word: Boooooring.