I amuse myself
202 weeks. Thats what it says its been snce I last updated. LiveJournal, thou art desperate to claim membership it would see. Oh well, it serves some profit. Makes me feel spiffy to know they kept me that long with no updating. At any rate, I'm feeling whimsical. I am also thrilled to rediscover my (limited) body of creative writings, at least I know I did enjoy these things, even if only 5 other ppl did too :-p. We'll see how much attention Cathy pays to LJ anymore (I can't imagine anyone else does but feel free to bother if your LJ tells you I'm alive). I am tired. Physically somewhat, but thats the minor part. Right now my soul is tired. At least I got to watch some House tonight, even if its a rerun that stuff's still good shit. Oh well we'll see how long this little cycle of self-deception, dating sites and bitter old memories can sustain itself. I wager not long, something will give. Hell it might lead to random bouts of artistic expression. I have half a desire to buy a guitar, but I think thats my subconcious trying to get me to waste money. I wanna buy a house too, now's the time no doubt, I've got a good down payment in assets I'm sure too, but I dunno where I'd wanna live/ what I'd do to pay for the rest of it. Cow milking isn't the likely way. I love cows, but... I don't think I can stomach the family in a work environment indefinitely. Hell. Oh well, that little bit of angst out of my system an its time for bed. Hippidy dippidy.