Blue Moon on a Friday, the last day of August. Seems as if it should be special. But as the song goes, "You left me standing alone. . . without a love of my own."
Oops. There I go again.
Rather, I will enjoy it. Imagine the possibilities, the freedom. The glass isn't half empty. It is overflowing. Being alone is no like having a medical condition (though studies show that you are more likely to suffer from one). Being over-employed is better than being underemployed (except, again, studies show it is hazardous to your health).
I've taken a second job a couple nights a week. I didn't get home until ten o'clock last night. It was supposed to be fun and a nice change from my day job, but I am exhausted. When will I make pictures? When will I write?
Haha, but you always moan, that's why I am here everyday reading. I like the patta of your moaning, it's decadent.
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N, I am a fool, a big baby of a fool, and maybe I am trying not to think or breathe. But the desire for breathing and thinking will come back soon enough. In the meantime, I need to make some money to pay for all the foolishness (like an art studio and photo supplies) that I have taken to.
ReplyDeleteEJR, Really? You come here every day? You have been so MIA. I go to your site to see new things, but you had disappeared. I left a comment on your latest postings. I like the color. Thanks for dropping a note. And I'm sure to keep moaning either in agony or glee :)
Every time you post, yeah. I look forward to your posts.
ReplyDeleteI was shooting, I'm back now. It takes a while to print you see.