The witching hour is near, yet here I remain. Despite the fact that I must be at work 2-hours early in order to run a promiscuous snoop from an aging SPARCstation-20 tomorrow to try to ascertain any network related factors which may be preventing this box from performing its task at a very early hour.
Bad times deceased
I can feel the first hints of the winds of change. They come slowly, turning over an errant leaf or two, but they're coming nonetheless. As usual, I'm not quite sure what they indicate - elusive as to meaning they usually are, but I can hear them. Its only a matter of time before I succumb to their beckoning and embrace the gale-strength force of them when they arrive.
My confidence has increased
I am the sum of my parts, yet so much more. I am a quilt sewn from many fabrics, discrete panels combined together from the four corners of the globe. I shall not be contained, nor tamed; its simply not in my nature. Of all I have seen and done, time is running out with so much left undone. I am the Kwisatz Haderach!
Reality is here
My eyes burn from the knowledge of a thousands lifetimes and I become a creature of the night. I want nothing more than to slip into bed and have the cocoon of sleep overtake me but tonight is not that night. My weakness is this corporeal body in which I occupy, sustained via the breath God has given me, and coffee which keeps my heart beating.
The gang has been disbanded, my mind has been expanded
This weekend the wife created - nay, manifested a Mexican dinner of unparalleled proportions that galinda822 and I dined upon with her while watching six hours and the conclusion of The Sopranos, Season Six. A brief stint in bed and my boy and I were abandoned for the 24-hour period of 'Girl Night' where my wife and daughter spend overnight at galinda's. The boy and I ate cheese and grunted.
It's a gas that Frank has landed
My thoughts are not my own tonight. I long for rest. And even if I am blessed with slumber, it won't be enough - its never enough. Its a consumable commodity which has a cyclic life. Time often steals it from me, but sometimes, just sometimes, I steal some back. Time is a precious thing so I steal only what I need. But no matter how little I steal, theres always a price to pay, and damn if that price isn't high.
His lust is so sincere...
My my my, my my my my my, my my my my...
I'm a wild and untamed thing
I'm a bee with a deadly sting
You get a hit and your mind goes ping
Your heart will pump and your blood will sing
So let the party and the sound rock on
We're gonna shake it til the life has gone
Rose tints my world keeps me safe from my trouble and pain.