Frogger

I always want to write blog entries online, right in that text box, but if safari crashes as it often does…?

lately I’ve been thinking about marriage, breaking up with my osteopath, guitar, kissing, what the coolest 39cent stamp is, how I will deal with three jobs in the fall, if I really want to buy a new computer, how I can stay awake, how not to hate running, confidence, secrets, solitude, and solemnitude. the ‘uge. I am the master of de arts. hmmm. I wonder if that just means debt. kiddingg.

I’m very sleepy and wonder if everyone usually gets this sleepy at work. is it too much, food, not enough sleep, crash from coffee, poor back alignment and adjustment, boredom…I can’t find the power cable for the work digital camera and a trip to radio shack—to buy something I know I’ve bought for this exact reason before—is/seems too daunting.

here’s a good question (back on pointfocus), esp. for the “ladies” although all are welcomed to answer. is it better to just kiss someone or admit your feelings to them? I’ve done both and the first one is a lot harder (involves more courage, ‘uge’ly). but the unspoken is fuel, and the beginning, kindling.

a “colleague” who is actually a master photographer, just said to my boss “what would we all do without brian.” hmmph (that’s a sighing laugh). not much different. if only I had a job that tapped all my creative ade and went easier on my ropey back. then a significance, emblazoned on even me, would erupt, through slow crescendo.