Here's what I like to call "Scenes from my Morning Minutiae": - my green tea this morning is tooooo bitter to drink, and I'm not at all sure I have the $1.10 necessary for coffee (at McDonalds no less) - I feel dazed and wracked by worry at why I seem to be plugging along with no financial crisis. Oh yes, it must be on the horizon. Things are toooo good right now - I have almost no hours on my timecard this week and wonder how I shall pay my bills. I'm not certain how much money I have as paying attention to such things only depresses one - The tea is much better (although not ideal) if you drink it from the carafe and not filter it through the spout... hmmmm. Conclusion? I should have washed out my thermos not rinsed out. - Come what may, I intend to play in July and live life worry free - My car needs an oil change - I love my little furry shabies sooooooo much. - I'm hoping the green tea may cause hallucinations as it tastes different than I've ever had. Could it be fermented? - Whilst sitting in the restroom I realized that I'm weary of pot. And frightened. It scared me to be so in love with myself and in tune. I didn't think a drug should be that powerful. I shall now treat it with respect. - There's always the tenants (mark and I are landlords) to have muck up our life. - Yoga was quite easy yesterday. We didn't do any of the hard exercises. I'll have to do them on my own today or tomorrow. - I keep thinking of that beautiful Radiohead song that I loved whilst stoned. I felt like it was such a beautiful love song (although not necessarily to a known lover). The line I keep singing is "You and whose army... you think you drive me crazy..." It sounds much better than it reads. - I'm not sure what posting on happyrobot.net means to me. Have I changed due to it? Has anyone been entertained? I seem carnally addicted to spewing forth many of my thoughts of the moment. Maybe I'll retire after a year and print everything I've written (for the grandcats of course). - I think that's all I'm thinking - besides of Mark and his happiness, Gulas and his emptiness, what a good calling realtor is for steve fox, that I missed my nieces birthday again, and of course rosebud.
