With everything going on I’ve been too lazy to sit down and write. I’m at my most eloquent, I’m beginning to realize, when I have nothing going on and I’m bored out of my mind. Of course, when nothing is going on, I have little to say. Go figure. A caveat to this rule is that my eloquence doesn’t last long when I move from the bored state to the fatigued bored state, the mind-numbing, won’t this whole-thing just end, moment.

With the right amount of caffeine I think I could change the world, perhaps a smaller world, you know the type, wet, with little fishes swimming around it, but still a world.

I was informed that my last muddled musing was so bad as to be funny. He (since he decided to post it privately, I’ll not disclose his name, although, if you’ve read this site more than once, you should be able to figure out who I am talking about since he’s the only male reader) compared the post to the pot-smoking scenes in That 70’s Show, where the characters sit around in a circle while the camera, in the center of the circle, spins from one person to another, all surrounded by a suspicious amount of smoke.

While I agree, I still posted it. I was sick of seeing the same front page on my website. Since I’m staying in temporary housing, I haven’t found the right moment to sit down and right. Most of that is because I’ve rediscovered the glories of television. How did I ever live without it, and will I sign up for cable once I get to the castle?