2nd Acts Dancing.

I'm kinda' bored. I don't have any coffee with me which means that I might just be a little grumpy too. I've also decided to start a liquid fast today which probably won't help my mood either. It's not that I'm in a bad mood, I'm just feeling listless and put-upon. A tad bit frustrated that I can't seem to find the time to do what I'd really like to be doing and seem to instead spend all my time running around in circles just wasting time surviving and all. I know. I know. Surviving is important. i get that. But does it have to be all there is? Can't I relax a little? Maybe even get some time to create something every once in a while? On one side I've got so much that I want to do and on the other side I have so much that needs to be done. One is survival and the other gives meaning and purpose to life. If all life is supposed to be is keeping a roof over your head and food in the kitchen then I suppose I'm doing just fine. if there's supposed to be more, then I'm kinda' missing a few pieces to this puzzle. I seriously doubt anyone will be surprised at this revelation.

I saw "Ghost Town" last night. it was very, very good. Watch it.



Everything dead rocks. What can I say?

I'm watching "Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles" and it is fantastic. Great. Neat-O. Cool. Which means it will probably be cancelled soon if it's not already. So many, even great shows, take time to find their voice but T:TSCC really hit the ground running. Summer Glau is great. What a fantastic roll after playing River on Firefly.



I wish that I were this good. I wish that someone this good would help me be this good.

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I really need to be getting a few things done. I've got a tire to change. Which I should try to do before the temperature drops. Again. I need to ... Humm ... O. My. I really do have an empty life, don't I? If it's not stressing about the state of world affairs, I'm a total and complete vegetable. That's just not right.

Okay. Okay. Beside the tire changing thing I want to pencil and ink and drawing that's sitting on my art table. I want to write down a few ideas I've had and put together a short story or two. (This won't be so easy. I had to give up my keyboard and monitor so the computer is kinda' useless right now.) I need to come up with a new design for this site. (Computer again, makin' this harder than it needs/should be.) I shaved. Does that count? It should because I really hate shaving. It's a good thing I'm not a woman. I couldn't handle all the shaving. I'd have to be French.

Where in the world is my motivation? Everything is dealing with problems. So little living life. Is this a choice I'm making? (Probably.)

Ah. Well. Maybe I just need coffee.

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I don't mind being insane as long as I'm happy.

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Unless something really cool comes up (Place your bets now.) I think I'm gonna' head over to the Warrior Buddha's tonight. Of course I've gotta' stop by and get the tire I need to change so I can actually do something productive tonight. I can work on that drawing and stuff too, but later. Maybe. Anyway ... I'll also need to stop and get some artificial sweetner 'cause TWB don't believe in artificial anything (Even boobies.) unless it's a Christmas tree. I 'spect it'll go sumthin' like this:

ME: I'm here.

WB: Yes you are.

ME: I'm on a liquid fast so if you feed me God will send you straight to hell.

WB: The coffee is in the kitchen.

ME: So you're not going to tempt me with food?

WB: Should I?

ME: You could but I have a will of iron and you'd only be wasting your time.

WB: I could make garlic bread.

ME: You're evil. God is not happy with you.

WB: No $#!*.

ME: Wanna' watch Terminator?

... and so it goes ...