a deciduous tree walks into a bar
attempts worthy of scornful glances over upturned noses were made today, attempts at doing something worthwhile. Scorn me if you must, but I did nothing. The latter half of my weekend was depressingly bland, like a thrice used tea bag, and theres no sugar in the cupboard. Maybe next weekend I'll build something! What to build though? I have plenty of wood here, maybe a desk? or a... hat stand! I could start wearing hats. I like the desk. maybe I'll use metal too. rock. It will be the bitchinest homemade desk you've ever seen. Or I could work on my car. Re-upholster my seats, put in some new carpet, give it a new paint job. How should I paint it? I like blue, personally. Light blue with real wood aftermarket panelling! And vanity plates which would say "csmicwow". And I'd install hundreds of knobs and switches, which would do...things. what would they do? It seems I encounter impasses every which way I turn. Now I have to go back up to work. As of sunday, however, I'll be staying down in quincy and commuting to work, so I'll be reachable by phone, and by computer, and by visitation. So call me, message me, and visit me, and I'll be very much in your debt.