Well, it would appear to be a new year. I hope the temp goes up in the north so my lady’s pipes unfreeze. I pray John gets through to lead more folks to Egypt. I hope my brother John gets through to one day talk to me. That shit makes me cry out loud like a baby.
I am supposed to be so damn smart… really out there … well … as far as the practicalities of living in this greed-driven world are concerned, I am as thick as a plank. No offense to planks… Really, I am just this close to helpless. It’s bad. Real bad.
Slept in again today. Got up well after noon. Which is cool I guess but there is important stuff to do; that needs doing; and now the light will only last a couple of hours and hell. I know I am not supposed to beat myself up about it. I’ll try. Success not guaranteed.
I don’t know what to do. I’ve never known what to do. I’m sure I never will know what to do. I should get in that dumpster that’s out there. But I can’t.
The boy would be traumatized. And I’d never know if she was serious about giving me a life I could actually be proud to live.
But PentaProps™ to my Angels, especially J and C. Without them, if I was very lucky, I’d be living under a bridge.
J and C
actual ufo via the Hessdalen, Norway research / science station.
should try to steer clear of this fellow.