written by owen on 2008-Oct-08.
Its not that I have a problem with waiting, I just have things to do, except when there is a hurricane. Which is why I like hurricanes so much. Ideas come to me in my sleep like nightmares - suddenly and sporadically like a monkey. I have to rid myself of them or they'll fester. People will then notice that I'm not listening to what they have to say, but instead writing little notes on the back of my hand.
People tend to say the same things, over and over, in slightly different ways. Like flashing lights. Don't be surprised that I'm not surprised when you say that you got kicked in the ovaries - you had it coming. Karma Police. Your a bueatiful child. Someone is trying to tell you something. They are writing messages on the walls and sidewalks of the places where you live. We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind, 'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance, Well they're no friends of mine.
Yesterday my sedentary lifestyle was interrupted by an extended meeting up at the water pond. Followed by a "lunch road trip". Followed by a post meeting road trip. Followed by a transportation detour. All these accompanied by indefinite periods of waiting. All I have to say is that I'm not pleased. Compounded by the fact that I have to be staying up late at night getting high like paper.