ps.

I haven't fallen off the face of earth, I just happen to be working a lot.

Blogs, msn, and emails fall to the wayside of "more important" things.

Somehow though, even when I'm working I have all this brain time and get all these ideas and they run around my head, and some of them write themselves into stories that stay all packaged up and then suddenly split up and mix with something other until I have 20 new ideas, and 40 old ones that have all mixed and twisted up in the stranges ideas and calculations and stories. And sometimes you can't write any of them out, which is a strangly disappointing thing that is only proven stronger when you find just expressing the existance of them hard.


Sleep is an odd thing.

Like an off button.

Though things like off buttons were likely derived from the natural rest of sleep.

No. They were.

the end.
goodnight blog.

fun times

ghostly to toasty.

arguments

"that has NOTHING to do with failing your arms in the basement"

"So you think you can tell me my morals?"

"uhuh, uhuh, uhuh, yep, okay, uhuh, yeahh, right, yuppers. You're wrong."

"thats a red herring."
"what the heck is a red herring."

"Guys, would you just stop arguing already, I'm tired."

Arguements are pretty cool, especially when you're arguing a point you really don't believe, so you just have like two facts and you're using straw men and circular reasoning like crazy, and for some reason, the other person doesn't notice. ;)

By the way. I'm playing soccer tomorrow. Sheldon Park. Not the purple team. Come watch.

4 days
7 days
14 days
and 18 days

wee-oot life