fly by night away from here. change my life again. fly by night goodbye my dear. my ship isn't coming and i just can't pretend well MY ship IS coming and I don't have to pretend but I do anyway... that song just popped in my head for no reason. perhaps it is time for me to go through another classic rock phase. unlikely since I don't have radio and that's the only way to facillitate it. perhaps I should start listening to streaming radio from around the country on them there internets too early uh. so I kinda lost focus there for a minute.. not here, in this writing. here we have no focus but I mean in general.. I had lost it entirely, grasped hold of it and started planning and plotting and taking care of business on a regular basis and such and then I got a might bit distracted once I started writing and using that brain instead.. hard for me to use both brains at the same time.. perhaps I should.. write three weeks, plot one week.. take a week off from the one brain and then go back to the other this is nonsense but perhaps closer to what I wanted to say what I want right now is a cigarette, I tell you, but my break is not for another hour and thirteen minuets. No not minutes, MINU-ETS. ... I've been smoking too much lately anyway. It goes through cycles. That one time after Halloween I quit totally and for some month or two and then gradually it builds back up and
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