i'm on the verge of moving, yet again! but i'm planning to buy my own place by next year. yep. no more renting. no more bowing to da man. i'm sick and tired of giving money away for what??? nothing. i've nothing to show for it except bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep because of noisy neighbors...screw it, i'll be a homeowner by this time next year...
i continue to live the sloth life, no running, no exercising, unless you count work where i'm on my feet approximately 12 hours a day and do some heavy lifting. i feel awful. i feel out of shape. but, i am hopeful that i'll get my shit together and get a routine going again. yes, hopeful, hopeful...
it's 12am and i'm still awake. i should be asleep...i'll be feeling it tomorrow. and still, i'll wake up by 9am to watch my favorite Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood...
the air tonight was hot and muggy. heavy with saturday night partiers zooming down the road in their hotrods with the orange glowy full moon lighting the way... and off i go on foot, hands filled with kitty litter and cereal, head filled with dog talk, cat whispers, and dreams...