Back into the thing that

August 08, 2002

Back into the thing that got me here. Stay up late. Get up early. Do it until you can’t. I need a haircut, a shave, and a reason to believe in things that are not important. If my priorities are finally straight then I’m fucked. I want to spend long days talking to my gal and tossing frisbees to a dog that is being chased by my kids. The evenings would be much the same only no frisbee. When the kids fell asleep . . . well . . .whatever you can think of. I would also like to be able to take this little world around the globe. Will anybody pay me to do that? Since I don’t have the dog I could perhaps find a hardworking rich person who has one I could help. I would provide a “dog socializing service” that would integrate the client’s dog into a setting of domestic bliss if . . say . . the client were having some troubles at home. Temporary foster care. The client can destroy his/her relationship though careerism and the money they make can go to me. If nobody is having a good time then I might as well be the pinch hitter. While I work this all out I guess I’ll have to go back to the insomnia cycle and do a few spins around the block.