Thursday, December 19, 2002

My thought process is that of a sloth. A sloth. a Sloth.

Im working hard towards getting the ol brain to function and play with me but it seems that even though its inside my head, it's on a completely different plane. The christmas plane, the "what the hell was that dream about" plane, the "it's time to wake up" plane....but wait. Shouldnt I be using this to my advantage?

Id tell you about my dream but for some reason, even the snippits of it are unclear. You were in it you know. Yep, I got in trouble and you were there.

The house currently the sponsor for dim sunlight...but it often is so there's not much there for me to go on. Everything in the room turns grey and the plant continues to die due to lack of sunlight. Reminder...get plants that dont thrive on sunlight. Maybe we could get a pet bat or something.

They say when you doodle while thinking of something else, it's your pure subconcious coming out. I love this idea and toy with it as often as I can. However, the problem I sometimes have is that Im so excited about my subconcious coming out on a piece of paper that I think about it and to me, that's not really my subconcious, now is it? HEY, you try typing subconcious over and over again! If I can do it, then you can.

The christmas time that is christmas is upon us my friends. Im thrilled to be heading home for a day or two...though I will be working 12 hour days on either side of the holiday which doesnt thrill me but it will be great to have money for all the after christmas sales that Ive always dreamed of taking advantage of but never have.

And dont forget! When you mix limes with corona, it often tastes good.

**I think that thinking dust is starting to work**