[…….yes ma’am, i did just ask if you had bleeding ulcers]
Man I am tired. And sparse for words. I’m going through a transitioning period for me, meaning I’m more apt to keep things to myself. This doesn’t come from a desire to not speak about such things, but rather out of laziness. The idea of recounting things I’m just becoming adjusted to makes me feel like I’m doing it all over again and wears me out. Change is big for me; I don’t seek it often. When I do, it is typically of large importance and great weight. See? I just used heavy, tiring words.
Today everything seemed silly. Everything. Driving a car was silly. Perusing entertainment was silly. Painting my nails was silly. Shopping for comfortable business casual shoes was silly (and annoying). My existence was a dark comedy bordering on existentialist. I don’t buy into that philosophy at all but it had an odd hold on me today.
Ahhh. I’m tired. Off to bed. My parting gift to you is to say that if your morbid curiosity gets the better of you and you end up viewing any of jane’s Green Porno, the firefly segment is kinda funny.