Coffeeeeeee…….
…. but I must admit, functioning on less than four hours of sleep never felt so fucking good.
Switzerland: Full of Cheese
I am back in the country (though stuck in Philadelphia), and finding it strange that I can now, once again, order a coke using fewer than three languages….
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Blogging Break
I’ll be radio silent for the next couple of weeks. Have some wounds to lick, some traveling to do, some books to write, and all that jazz. Really, you know: par for the course. See you in a couple weeks. Be excellent to each other.
Quote of the Month
“The grand essentials in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” -Addison
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Sunscreen & Letting Go
I was going through a certain common drive that has some songs available and listening to some old stuff. I happened across the old Baz Luhrman “Sunscreen” song that was all the rage 10 years ago. 10 years ago, yeah, man, 1997. When I was 17. I thought this song was hugely profound at 17.
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Overthinking
One of the most annoying things about being a writer is the whole constant introspection thing. Blogs are largely selfish enterprises, and I, for one, write a lot of personal posts here because setting it down into some kind of narrative makes it all make sense for me. But at some point, I think, you
It’s All What You Choose to Do With It….
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time given.” and “Life is what you do with the things done to you.” Sitting around bitching about it never got anybody anywhere, and certainly never sent me on any interesting adventures.
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And Now, We Sleep
Note to self: the next time I suffer from these yearly sinus infection/allergy things, I need to get the right drug hookup from Stephanie’s Old Man, who, of course, has the best lineup of allergy meds on the market. I can BREATHE AGAIN!
P.S.
For the record, I am also currently suffering from my twice-yearly sinus infection, and too groggy, muzzy-headed and miserable to write anything of any substance at any length. So things might be short, sharp or otherwise quiet for a while. Also, I would KILL for some fruit juice right now. Like, a gallon.
Note to Self:
Though I may, in fact, be sitting up listening to Chris Pureka songs on repeat, posting the lyrics of said songs, in this instance, might make this look like some kind of teenage angst blog, and I’m not particularly angsting tonight. But man, sometimes songs feel so good. It’s not just lyrics, just as fiction