Everyday is currently a holiday for me.

Thursday to Sunday saw me get close to achieving rock star status. I am a bit relieved that I failed. Today I will lounge, as I do everyday. I will also procrastinate—I now have (sort of) a job that doesn’t require me to be in an office. This is a problem. I’ve never really enjoyed working from home. The job—I’m basically a reporter for a firm. I write the “News” section of their website. We’ll see how well it works out, and hopefully it turns into something more.

I’m off to see the wizard.

May with jehovah--and this evening's stroll

There is something special about being a postal worker.

I know I have 5 stamps. The problem is that I cannot find them. The time came today when I needed two. They are nowhere to be found. So, I decide that the time is right for a quick stroll to the local post office. I grab 75 cents and head out the door, envelopes in tow. I get there quickly enough—about 3 minutes travel time—and discover that this branch closed at noon; it is ten to four. I have time to kill, lately not much is going on, so I amble on over to the next post office. It’s a short walk and I take my time getting there. I arrive at 16:01. They closed at 4. The inside has a bunch of people in it. One of the in crowd is leaving and a postal worker lets him out as I arrive. “Sir, can I buy 2 stamps at the machine?” I enquire. “The post office is closed!” Who am I to argue? I briefly contemplate going to the next branch, knowing full well that it will be open but decide against it. I simply wasn’t up for navigating the throngs of gawking tourists.

The rain, thunder, and lightening have stopped. When they come to visit it is always entertaining as long as I’m not stuck out in their wrath. Thunder and lightening in the city sounds as if a cavalcade of angry marching bands staffed by bovine mid-western females paused in front of the building and plays on, complaining the entire time.

Where in the world is SM?

My week of silence should be shattered any time now. I’ll miss it, truly, deeply.

It's going to be a stormy night...

Let’s remember to forget to get lost

At last the wait is over and I’m back writing. I’m sure everyone is thrilled. The amusing thing is that there is a lot to speak about. Most importantly, I heard the world came to an end while I was busy studying.

Let’s see if I can encapsulate the last few weeks for you in any sort of cohesive manner. Two years of school are done, one remains. I interview every other day, but have no job. A man I know went insane as a result of an insane woman. I heard that I qualify for Medicaid. I’ve tried to stay out of politics. The country is on its way to heaven (hell). Brides have run away. The weather stays bizarre. And finally, as of late, I have mastered the art of lounging.

Lounging has taken many different incarnations but each typically involves the couch. I need to start a fund to help furnish the outside of my apartment so I may lounge out in the open air as well. I read Barrack Obama’s memoir and am even more convinced that he should one day become president. I am having dreams about wealth. I think that this is a direct result of being destitute and having my roommate situation becoming increasingly unbearable.

For some reason, I have had no motivation to write as of late. Hopefully, this pos will at least kick-start the brain again. My eyes are heavy with fatique.

working my way back...

Should be back in the blog saddle in the next couple of days...

Damn, I love Texas politics.

"Democratic Rep. Al Edwards, the bill's sponsor, has argued that sexually suggestive cheerleading exhibitions are a distraction that results in pregnancies, dropouts and the contraction of AIDS and herpes." Link