Norm Peterson
Sometimes I want to go where everybody knows my name, because I am self centered... some people claim. Haters may as well be the number one export of China with how numerous and poorly stitched together they are.
As I prepare to move a few hours east I'm taking inventory of what I need to take, and what to scrap, and realize my spending habits have got to stay here (despite the protests of the mint copy of Uncanny X-Men #195 obtained earlier today for only $3, though it does raise a few excellent points), along with my unutterable laziness. I mean, I have become damn near the most amazingly sadly unmotivated dude this side of the Mississippi. I have a few weeks to get my ass in gear, so I should be fine (this I say as I count the dubloons in my pocket I will drink over 100oz of beer with tonight).
Really, my plan is just to get my head (what?) together and relax until the due date for my departure, continue to hang out with friends, laugh, and get my ideas on my book unified for the last real leg of the writing process. Do some drugs (shrooms) for the first time in years (over five) while watching the greatest television show ever (Pushing Daisies), and having a sensory overload. That is actually high on my list of things to do, sadly. I guess I just want one last hurrah to my youth before I leave it all behind for good.
You can't blame a guy, can you? (Don't answer that!)
As I prepare to move a few hours east I'm taking inventory of what I need to take, and what to scrap, and realize my spending habits have got to stay here (despite the protests of the mint copy of Uncanny X-Men #195 obtained earlier today for only $3, though it does raise a few excellent points), along with my unutterable laziness. I mean, I have become damn near the most amazingly sadly unmotivated dude this side of the Mississippi. I have a few weeks to get my ass in gear, so I should be fine (this I say as I count the dubloons in my pocket I will drink over 100oz of beer with tonight).
Really, my plan is just to get my head (what?) together and relax until the due date for my departure, continue to hang out with friends, laugh, and get my ideas on my book unified for the last real leg of the writing process. Do some drugs (shrooms) for the first time in years (over five) while watching the greatest television show ever (Pushing Daisies), and having a sensory overload. That is actually high on my list of things to do, sadly. I guess I just want one last hurrah to my youth before I leave it all behind for good.
You can't blame a guy, can you? (Don't answer that!)