Okay, so I'm driving. I'm obeying the rules of the road. I am observing my surroundings and then there is this 2x4 in the road in front of me. Now this would be fine if I had been driving along and it was already on the ground, but it wasn't. This "thing" came flying at me from the back of some rusty old semi with two huge mud flaps, and a how's my driving call 1 800 --- ----. Well I wanted to call that number but I was too busy with the "swerving all over the
freaking road" part of my day!! Also I have to say I was going about 75 mph, which is too fast to be swerving. But hey what can I say I like to live dangerously. ( not really, well this all depends on who you ask )
Normal life resumed for me and I have again started on the road to success with the movie research company. I hope this pans out very well for me. I do not know where this is going, so please don't ask. I have no time to sleep anymore, because I stay up and play video games and watch movies, or play on the internet, or all 3. My wife wants me in bed at a respectful hour. I think 3am is very respectful, especially if you work on the graveyard shift, which I don't! :-/
I don't know why I stay up, I just have a lot on my mind these days so I do.
A lot of new things, and old things ( ref. to the bounty on my head ) and some small things that compound more and more, till they become hereculean obstacles that I can not muster the strength to stand under. Why do I let these things happen? I ask myself. Self why don't you just do things without procrastinating? Well one of the answers lies deeply buried within my subconscious, and the others are just out in the ether somewhere. Maybe I'll find them maybe I won't. Who knows? I don't. And I don't mind not knowing the answers for once.
Now onto something blue. My mood. My family being stressed. My friends having problems that they won't get over, or choose not too. ( all summations on my part ) I have a friend that I used to talk to all the time. Now I haven't spoken to him in over a year, and over what some lousy job that didn't work out for me. And because I was too proud to admit I was wrong until it was too late to make a difference. I still need to speak to him, but I still make reasons to not call or write or anything. I did however congratulate him and his wife on their beautiful baby boy.
All in all a very long encompassing week. I just wish I knew some answers, not all, but some.
