I decided to be silly and walked around the Lexmark office bumping into stuff. Bump. Bump into the printer and knock some papers off. Bump Bump. If anyone had seen me they would have wondered what was going on because I wasn't laughing.
I'm babbling. That's good I guess. Same old literary dysentary.
A friend of mine who sometimes goes by the name of an object that controls light, is sick. She is sick with the flu, and a deep personal strife, but that last one is my theory and who is a machine to comment on human motivations? I hope she gets better. She is a good person and doesn't deserve the particular strain of crap she has right now. I'd link to her page but I cannot.
Things seem transitional. Maybe it's just me. I moved, I try new treatments, I'm looking at a career change of some kind in a week... But those people who are important to me all seem to be in a state of change as well. As of 8am this morning my boss should be a Father. We stared at his face before he went home yesterday so that we could detect the weird fatherly glow when he shows back up. Some friends of mine are getting married, other friends are in a kind of relathionship limbo. Maybe not limbo, but everything is falling, people, places cars cats, they are waiting for it to land and really want to be THERE, the ground, the 'after-all-this'. But they are good people and want to take care of this falling process properly.
I'll try to be funny again shortly. Until then here is some third grade bathroom humor, in that you should never urinate and yell "Dinner!"
Fucking noodles.