Fresh B.S.
April something, 2008
Hmm..rainy season is slowly moving in, The Mutts are
doing well and I haven't had to fight a major tick battle
since first moving in to the new house. I continue,
however, fighting the good fight against sobriety and all
it's ugly ramifications and contractual implications. In the
words of myself, and favorite author, "Life isn't too bad if
your enjoying yourself".
I find it all more enjoyable if not scrutinized too closely.
The devil can be in the details, along with who knows
what.
As usual, i've been doing as little as possible of late, and
being sorta half-assed about it. I've been putting off
making a list of things I want to do around the house, but
may get to it one of these days, time permitting.
I got nothing else.
ts..out
jungle journal,tsdaly,more B.S.
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| An Olive Drab Dissolution By Thomas Scott Daly (Introduction) I remember things mostly in terms of colors and shades of gray. Little snapshot files full of vibrant color floating around my head, fading rapidly and changing hue. After watching a blur of Springs sprout green and Falls collapse under their own weight in brown, the colors have begun to take their leave. Red sunsets and blue skies eclipsed... cancelled each other out. Now there's merely a shrill drabness left, a likeness not unlike a prison cafeteria at noon, or perhaps a small fluorescent room. |
Now I'm overloading this page, but i don't feel like making a new one, and it's still April something, 2008
hmm.. a whole story got lost here..where did it go? Now I gotta re-write it.