11:44 a.m. - 2003-06-10
dazed and confused...and stone sober
Work? I�m sorry, what exactly is that?
Oh, right, Wooooork. That thing that I do everyday. All day. That sucks that life out of my ever-more-useless-and-aging body. Right.
I want to be a rock star. I want to be a movie star. I want to be independently wealthy. Don�t we all?
All right, enough of that.
I made an omelet last night. Or, what I think was an omelet. I don�t believe I�ve even actually eaten an omelet before, so I was sketchy on the ingredients. There were onions, eggs, a little milk, and cheese. Does that sound like an omelet? I don�t know. It wasn�t too bad, anyway. I�m not really much of a cook.
All I can say it�weirdness. Weirdness abounds lately. Things just keep happening that make life that much more complicated and weird. Not necessarily bad, not altogether good, just weird. It makes me want to be a hermit. Just for a little while. Get a dog, move up to some remote, lonely location in the north of Ontario, in a nice little house with a fireplace and internet access, and be all alone for a little while. Refresh myself. Get a little perspective.
Sounds nice.
It all comes back to the work thing. No work, no money. No money, no little house in the north of Ontario. No little house, I would just be a bum. I don�t want to be a bum.
I�m sorry, am I making any sense? Loosely tied together thoughts of no particular importance? Raving mad lunatic? Is there a full moon? Who am I asking all these questions of? Why aren�t I working?
I need a nap.
