It's midnight, I really got derailed. Here's the start of a story inspired by the full moon and buddy cop movies.
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We had a large thunderstorm move through the area last night. A couple hours before it rolled in and during I noticed a weird sound/feeling. It made me anxious, confused and a little dizzy. The weird thing is if I'm near something that for what ever reason makes a constant sound, it goes away. The feeling/pressure/sound is still present and gets worse outside. I can't escape it. This hasn't happened in a while. I feel like one of those dogs that goes nuts anytime there's a change in the weather. |
If you need a laugh, this poem's great!
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Are we sure the Grump isn't a clone of Andrew Jackson? He's about as sensitive and greedy as that son-of-a-gun! I just found out about the Alligator Alcatraz. I'm now wishing I'd joined that protestor I saw today. This "Detention Center" is already overcrowded. It impacts the indigenous tribes—the Muccosukee and Ochopee — both live in the area of Aligator Alcatraz. The potential pollution of an aquifer that nearly 8million people depend on isn't great either. I know the US has a dark past but I really don't agree with the way our government is treating people in the present! This is a statement, not a debate so please just let me say I feel the least patriotic I ever have! |
Jeremy ![]() |
I stayed up till 3am this morning. I knew I had a meeting at 9am. It's a good thing it wasn't a job interview. I was 11minutes late.![]() In the interest of time management, no more HSR after 10pm. The latest update for the main storyline was a complete soap opera. I couldn't stop watching the cut scenes! Then I finished playing through the rest this afternoon. My mind still hasn't stopped throwing a tantrum over the way Amphoreus ended up. The big reveal this installment just bombed my brain! OMG!!! Yes I'm ridiculous. So are moths hovering around flames. |
I've just edited an item in my portfolio:
Another lame ending. I got tired and moved on. |
I finished writing my journal for an hour.(y'know paper and pen.) I'm not sure what just happened. Everything that I just wrote sounds like some ancient philosopher or something. If this were HSR I'd say I was glimpsed by an Aeon. Considering this is real life, I'm going with I somehow accessed part of my mind that doesn't normally get out onto paper. I didn't do anything special I just sat down and suddenly stuff that wasn't fiction but wasn't hard core non-fiction either just happened. No drugs, no whirling, no prayer or meditation. |
It's nice that 1 in 100 drivers yields for pedestrians on a two way street. The only problem is that the 50 or so going the other direction either don't stop and/or the remainder go around that well meaning individual. There's only three stoplights in my township. And they are synched up so it's hazardous for people to cross anywhere else. There's also people who insist on keeping several large high strung dogs of breeds meant for hunting or herding. And every one of them is trying to police anybody who goes past their fence. They are also blocks from any stoplight on my route to the store. I do not have a car for another few days. I hate walking on the same side of the street as those four legged, insecure yappers. Crossing the street is my only way to keep from going postal. The traffic during summer is almost as annoying. So bless their little hearts for stopping to let me cross. However, it's a little like setting a sandwich next to someone who can't eat the food. |