I find myself awake each morning with plans(and hopes) to add some more to one of my stories but somewhere along the way, something seems to hit the disconnect between my brain and the traitorous appendages that flay at the ends of my hands and there it goes...no scribbles once again...I guess I could blame the lovely overhead lighting that provides more and more incentive to sweat...and god knows I love having a job that encourages sweat...for scrambling my thoughts and leaving me staring at a computer screen, wondering why I can't get the ideas out of my head and onto the flat screen in front of me...man, it was slightly warm today and, coupled with the surprising number of saturday customers, I'm giving serious thought to finishing this ramble and going home, firing up the AC and relaxing with some prerecorded entertainment...let's see...what to watch...Alcaraz?...no, now that I think about it, I finished that last week and it left me hanging...thankfully I didn't have to much invested...sorry, I liked the characters but just couldn't follow JJ down that rabbit hole...maybe it was the surprisingly unlikeable Sam Neil character...sorry, if having your girlfriend disappear and then re-appear years later turns you into that big a douche?......maybe I'll go back and re-watch Lost...nah, that would really suck me in and I honestly hope to get some writing done tomorrow...what?...sunday means no customers so maybe, just maybe, I can get something out.
I'm puzzled by the strange number of pages views recently...wonder if the 'Puny god' title attracted people who don't have a clue that this blog is just the scribbles of a crotchety old man and not some anti-religion wacko...some aging doofus who spends way too much time in the sun and not enough time actually excercising to off set his caloric intake(What?...I'm kicking anorexia's ass...work is brutal just not enough excercise)...the perfect place for a nerd who refuses to age gracefully, and quietly, to ramble on about things of interest to myself...and, of course, to those of you who recognize the inherant genius in the slapdash collection of mispelled words and horrific grammar that flows from my fingers with an ease that I wish my stories could flow with! I'm always a little surprised when someone takes the time to actually acknowledge reading this thing by leaving a note...and, to be honest, secretly thrilled that my bumbling wordsmithery is read by anyone...so, thank you to any and all of you who stop by here every now and then...your visits, acknowledged by comments or not, give a crotchety old bastard a thrill. Now, if anyone has any questions, I'm opening the floor to you...what do you want to know?...I'll answer...or I won't...I know, I know...fickle old, self delusional hack...pounding the keys to keep reminding myself that my brain isn't quite as far gone as the end of each brutally hot day sometimes make me think it is...wait, I'm tired...and my fingers hurt...hunt and peck typing skills are murder on my manicure...and my patience.
So, to recap...hot sun and a dream job(who doesn't grow up with hopes of selling tires)...old man,tired, sweaty and ruggedly handsome(3 outta 4)...conjested and sometimes sluggish nueral pathways...shit spelling and grammar skills...suprisingly grateful that some seem to read and enjoy my stuff(Jaytoyz at FanFiction.com and if you're not part of the growing number of secretly thrilled and, at the same time, horribly confused fans, you need to be) and finally(and most surprising to me and people who know me)...coming up on nearly a year without nearly nightly drinking...I can honestly count the number of times I've had cocktails, on one hand( three nights with three beers and three jagers each night)..and believe it or not, compared to my old intake habits, that's shocking.
So, what's next? I honestly don't know...more writing because I honestly think that having this has brought me more enjoyment than I ever expected. I don't know what happens tomorrow because, aside from a rough sketch of a plan, everything is pretty wide open...within the normal constraints that my life gives me, of course. I think I'll wrap this up, go run an errand or two, grab something for dinner and then find something to watch...but I promise it won't be 'Painkiller Jane'...god, that stuff that what's her face calls acting may have actually scarred me for whatever is left of my life...like some horrible taste that no amount of mouthwash can cover...but in my brain!...even writing that last bit has left me reeling...Chuck, Season 1, take me away! JT
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