After Thanksgiving.
Danny Phantom is very cool. Just about perfect.
Danny Phantom is about life, death and the fun of it all. All of this equals cool to me. In my life it's all always about death. I can't help it. It's the way my mind works. I should probably live in a castle and wear cheap tuxedos. I don't, but I should. To me death is really about life so as crazy-nuts as most people might view me, I feel like the most sane of all.
I. Am. So. Tired. I'm worn out. So much movement and thought. I don't think I was made to move or think so much. Right now I'm thinking of just going home after work and relaxing. Coffee and a book and nothing else. Of course I've got a couple of stops to make on the way, but once that running is done I don't want to even move.
It seems as if everything going on around me these days requires a lot of thinking, planning and doing. Thinking is okay. I can even stand planning but actually doing takes work. Lots of work and I'm just feeling busted right now. I'd like to not "have" to do anything for just twenty-four hours. Then I can see how I feel.
It's done. The pencils. I think I'm pleased. Yes. I think I am. We'll have to see how I'm feeling tomorrow but right now, this very moment, I'm feeling pleased.
Let's see. What else? Stuff going on but I can't imagine for the life of me that you'd be interested at all. I went out to a Christmas decorating party last night. It was cool but by the time I got there the decorating was done and the food gone. Still, I hung around for a few hours drinking coffee while everyone else enjoyed slightly harder fare. Everything was cool but the jokes about my only drinking coffee, and how much I was drinking, got a little tired by the end of the second hour. I guess some kinds of humor require a little alcohol to really appreciate. By the time when the night was done I was the only person not totally fascinated by spinning quarters. I think I'm glad I don't drink. The last thing I need is another vice I can't really afford. Afterwards I went over to the WB's and ate Thanksgiving leftovers which means pie and more than a little.
A few days ago I spent some time visiting with an old friend I haven't spoken to in several years. Okay. Nice house. I sure wish them the very, very best and a wonderful, happy life. I hope they can enjoy their life and not mess anything up. I kinda' hope that for all of us. Me included.
Artwork has been cool lately. Relaxing and even, dare I say it ... fun. I've been having me some fun in the midst of all the chaos around me. Peace and chaos. That's my life. Fun is very hard to come by.
No one seems to give a crap. I don't know why I do. But I do.
I'd sure like to be more interesting but my mind is kinda' blank right now and like I said ... I. Am. So. Tired.
Danny Phantom is about life, death and the fun of it all. All of this equals cool to me. In my life it's all always about death. I can't help it. It's the way my mind works. I should probably live in a castle and wear cheap tuxedos. I don't, but I should. To me death is really about life so as crazy-nuts as most people might view me, I feel like the most sane of all.
I. Am. So. Tired. I'm worn out. So much movement and thought. I don't think I was made to move or think so much. Right now I'm thinking of just going home after work and relaxing. Coffee and a book and nothing else. Of course I've got a couple of stops to make on the way, but once that running is done I don't want to even move.
It seems as if everything going on around me these days requires a lot of thinking, planning and doing. Thinking is okay. I can even stand planning but actually doing takes work. Lots of work and I'm just feeling busted right now. I'd like to not "have" to do anything for just twenty-four hours. Then I can see how I feel.
It's done. The pencils. I think I'm pleased. Yes. I think I am. We'll have to see how I'm feeling tomorrow but right now, this very moment, I'm feeling pleased.
Let's see. What else? Stuff going on but I can't imagine for the life of me that you'd be interested at all. I went out to a Christmas decorating party last night. It was cool but by the time I got there the decorating was done and the food gone. Still, I hung around for a few hours drinking coffee while everyone else enjoyed slightly harder fare. Everything was cool but the jokes about my only drinking coffee, and how much I was drinking, got a little tired by the end of the second hour. I guess some kinds of humor require a little alcohol to really appreciate. By the time when the night was done I was the only person not totally fascinated by spinning quarters. I think I'm glad I don't drink. The last thing I need is another vice I can't really afford. Afterwards I went over to the WB's and ate Thanksgiving leftovers which means pie and more than a little.
A few days ago I spent some time visiting with an old friend I haven't spoken to in several years. Okay. Nice house. I sure wish them the very, very best and a wonderful, happy life. I hope they can enjoy their life and not mess anything up. I kinda' hope that for all of us. Me included.
Artwork has been cool lately. Relaxing and even, dare I say it ... fun. I've been having me some fun in the midst of all the chaos around me. Peace and chaos. That's my life. Fun is very hard to come by.
No one seems to give a crap. I don't know why I do. But I do.
I'd sure like to be more interesting but my mind is kinda' blank right now and like I said ... I. Am. So. Tired.
posted by Mark A Lester at
2:25 PM
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