Sunday, December 15, 2002

Pleasantville. It's on tv and that's where I am. Truly in pleasantville. Sitting at home with a quiet house ((with the exception of the guys on the roof next door who sound like they're pressure washing the thing..a roof? why!..that's how I woke up)).
I could probably sleep today too. Sleep and snore and drool all over the place. May very well make the agenda for the day. We'll soon see I spose.
The next half hour may be spent eithe rummaging for food, surfing around the web for needless pages of visual pleasure OR spacing out. Im mastering the art of the space out. We'll just call it my form of meditation.
My mind tends to wander a lot *re-he-heaaaaly* so its very difficult for me to really meditate though Ive always wanted to be able to make myself do it. It seems the only way I can is if I just suddenly fall into it.
Sweet tea for the MASSES!
Drink up my friends and be merry for today is sunday. If it were up to me, Sunday would be national dont do a damn thing day!
But sadly, some folks **darlin** have to work.
Hum dee dum..give me the key to the city my creepy crawly friends.
One! Noise and Vandalism are deceased until they've been commited!
It's the only way to go.
ho ho