The Times, They Are A Changin'

How would you like to be punched in the face? No? Really?

Well, okay, I guess I can let it slide then. Speaeking of getting punched in the face, this morning, I woke up.

Not that waking and up and getting punched in the face are anywhere close, but I guess they could be if the right circumstances presented themselves at the right time.

I am awake, I do the morning thing. Dreading the likelihood that I will behaving the same dull breakfast (multigrain eggo waffles), I have a grand idea. Breakfast Tacos! Made them and ate them. Badass. I should do that every morning, wait--I am trying to not to join the ranks of the Wal-Mart shoppers physique, so maybe once a week is fine.

Out the door early, nothing brewing on the mind, and all the sudden I open the front door to -- what's this?--could it be?--cool wind blowing in the air, and the familiar smell of a summer's death. It was the first time I had felt good about going outside since march. A million memories of years past came flooding into my brain.

Even though I know the season hasn't officially ended yet, I get the sense that Summer is on its way out, and I am happy to see it go. This summer has been especially brutal in terms of heat and not a lot of rain. Despite hurricane warnings and tropical storms that just barely miss here, we are bone dry as a city.

I prefer the rain. It helps me make it through the summers with ease. Needless to say tht this summer has not been an easy one. But I'll survive as I have since birth, or wait...have I been getting prepared for death since birth? Too heavy? yeah, too heavy.

Posting regularly has become harder these days due to the rise in work work work. I am trying, but sometimes there isn't anything to report or write about. What d'ya want from me?

I am looking forward to all the things in the next few months leading into winter. There are some shows, and festivals, and some other things that I am psyched about, but we'll see if the funds will be there for those things to become realized. Besides that, I am going to do my best to help Brandy get thru the last two quarters as easy as possible. Don't know how I am going to do that, but I never know until I am given task of some sort, so wish me luck. I won't need it. I'd do anything for her, and she knows it.

Well, this was fun. I am off to get my brain ripped out, guts splayed in front of me, and then ground into meat for another eight hours. Til next time.