Ten thousand spoons, when all I need is a knife.

Well the day has gone and gone with no signs of real Yay factor.
I am feeling bored as hell and I just want to jump. Maybe about 22 feet into the air, and just get stuck up there for about four and a half hours. Or two? I don't know.

The weekend was alright. I still hate picking up trash bags and carring them up too many damn flights of stairs in the slippery rain. I still have watching 3 huge cat-like rats jumping out of a trash bin to run from me, who wants to do nothing but get away from them. This was my sunday afternoon. I am so tired. I know I am and I know that when I get out of work I am not going to just rest. Of course not that would be way too easy. I am going to engage myself in some task or another.

Today I am glad that I don't have to go to Bar13 but I am missing it like crazy. Catch 22 or something. Anyway I just love the fact that on every Monday I am sorrounded by so many people that I think are awesome. That is the coolest part of Bar 13. That and the Poetry. I'll get over it. Maybe I should just get home and Sleep. That would be a great idea. But that isn't possible right now. Is it?

Maybe I just have to know when to take a time out. Get away, far far far far away. Dope.
Yup.


Okay so Friday was a great party, and everyone had fun. Thats all I have to say about that.

Christmas preperation has been hard but seems to be worth it. 100%, or at least 99.9% like a condom. Whatever the percentage it is there.

I buy too many things for other people when I have extra money. That isn't a bad thing, but some people seem to think that I should slow it down. I am not one of them so, "GET OFF ME".

I miss a few people.
Holidays do that to you.

I am finding out everyday more and more that I am a loved person.

Last nights Boston Legal was cool.
Last nights season finale of THE WIRE, was great. I was so shocked last week when Stringer Bell was shot up. Marlowe taking the credit was hilarious. I love the metaphor used with the drug war. Avon tells Slim that they can't try to get Marlowe for Stringers death because it wasn't him. Slim says, that it doesn't matter who shot who, they are at war. The war was already started, and even though it might've started with a lie, it still was started, it was a war, and they were into it until the end. That sounds familiar, hmm...
So at the end they all went down again, not on any serious charges but they still went in.

I love all the Irony at the end, and the way Hamsterdam was bought down.
It was dope.