Well, shit. Who knew. I guess I have something else to say....

Not much, mind you, but here's something. Why are some days better, and by better I mean happier, than others. Last night, I slept for about 5 1/2 hours. And woke up feeling more rested than I do after getting a "full" night's sleep. Which is strange considering I fell asleep reading Newsweek's article on sleep deprivation that claims that a 5-hour sleep is more of a rest-snack, and insufficient for well-restedness. Show's you how much Newsweek knows. But that's what you get when you read simplified blather like that. The "facts" boiled into an easy-reader format with pretty pictures.

So, anyway, I woke up well-rested, by my standards, and have been in an especially good mood today. Considering I have no job, my wife has no job (=no income), we have rent to pay, bills to pay, our sub-lease end in 30 days, and we will most likely either move back in with her sister, or end up renting, again, and never make the great leap forward into home-ownership. AND, school is still totally unpaid, and unfunded. How the fuck does one wrangle a significant amount of money from the federal government? I need to get me some cash mo-nay. Yes, I could work, but then how could I maintain this wonderful upbeat, and offbeat lifestyle of slackluster easiness.

All will either soon rectify or come crashing down around me, and I could avoid it at any step. But I won't. And that's why I wonder how my lovely wife could have ever agreed to enter into this ridiculous partnership. God bless her. And God bless you. Which is funny because "You" amount to me. So fuck you, too. And God bless me anyway.

I am a bitter person. I bring bitterness to all things related to me, and generally speaking, truly believe that I bring down with me all people that I am attracted to for their natural energy, good-naturedness and affection. I feel in some ways that I am a leech/evil-incarnate, and should be smitten to spare the rest of the world access to my bitterness. And at the same Paradoxyical time, I am a wonderful, caring and inspiring person, who is madly in love with my new wife, eagerly anticipating a new lease on life as I enter school for Industrial Design and have recently returned to my roots to be near my family, and begin a family of my own.

Welcome to my fucked up 'blog. Don't bother reading. I'm really only going to write this one post. Ever. But, shit, if I have the need to vent, banter, spew out social diatribe and generally rail on the ridiculousness of this world we've tacked together of gum and popsicle sticks, who knows.

"Love your body, Larry"