Fridays uncommonly serve me as downers. And during uncommon circumstances we’re left to wonder who moved the cheese and wonder further who wrote the Celestine manuscript?
I’m guessing it’s that feeling of sadness and longing to be at home with family and friends when away from them.
Now, what would I be doing if I were back at home? I’d be asleep.
Maybe it’s that tiredness within me. Nah! Having read and assumingly understood what James Redfield prophesied on, it’s just my control dramas now playing.
Still, in my state of destitution, in the face of all my fashion transgressions, as my spa/sauna-deprived circumstances, I am thankful. My nomadic, adorable Filipino friends in Port Moresby keep me at bay from insanity-ville. My Caucasian comrades keep me intoxicated every so often and have them to thank for a marine social life onboard MV Dolphin Blue. I have a job that runs my brain at minimum function deterring further malfunction. My family rings me up regularly for hi’s and hellos during which effecting my dollar purchasing power as well. My blog… well my blog as my life needs some revision this coming 2007.
I might exploit this into a long, mushy, rambling story. I better do something else. [No, I don’t masturbate anymore.]
29 December 2006
Labels: Diarist Mode
