Time

Holy shit.... I've so desired to get back to writing and just getting it out. As anyone that might somehow by accident, stumble upon this page can see I have not been very productive. Every thing spins at light speed and when its not spinning I can't seem to fathom a thought to write. When I first started back to writing after a long break, some witty homosapien suggested that regardless of lack of thought just start writing.

So as you can see this is the result of such a suggestion. However long or short as the result shall be, I would be remiss if I at least didn't make the simple attempt. As I write I'm watching one of my favorite shows. Its broadcast on Discovery Home channel. It comes on at 2 a.m. and it is called Holmes on Homes. This guy is a "do it right" building contractor.

As I write I see the clock is ticking on my sleep time. But aha, I lied. There isn't a clock in this house that ticks. Everything is digital!!! I'm a liar, see I did it right there....I fricking lied. You get the point.

Every time I want to have the fortitude to write, there isn't time. When there is time there isn't much. I can feel a self-hatred laden post coming soon. If you have somehow stumbled to this page in a half drunken stupor, stick around this could get ugly. But for now I've gotta put the sleep timer on, maybe rub one out, eat something...... of course not in any specific order. Hold on, maybe I'll eat first....Okay I got this.

See.....Time...its never ending.