Bits -n- Pieces

Well right now I'm sitting at my desk at work typing this blog, counting the minutes, the seconds, and trying to maintain sanity while a noisy, rambunctious class goes wild around me.  I don't have the energy to try to maintain world peace today.  I'm so tired.  I just feel lousy in general.  I've already made plans to go home early but I need to at least suffer through this class.  About 25 minutes and I'll be on my way home.  I can tell you probably exactly what I'm gonna do when I get there, too.  I'll probably walk in the door, go straight to my room, drop my stuff on the floor, walk to the restroom and use it, walk back to my room and pass out.  I just hope I make it to the bed before I pass out.  I might even turn my phone off, but I doubt it.  I'm too notorious for being easy to get ahold of.

Aside from feeling like an eroded turd, I'm doing great.  Life is ok.  Work is good, relationships are good, home life is good.  I do love Jesus.  :)

Well, I've now reached the part of the blog where I've typed all I really care to say for the moment, yet I know that once I click that Preview & Post button, I'll be left with nothing to do but sit and stare.  Nothing really catches my interest right now, as I am just a bit dazed... and confused.  I'm not so much confused, though.  Mostly bored.  I hate being bored, and unfortunately it happens to me quite easily.  Then again, there are times when I become easily amused.  It's easiest to amuse me late at night when I'm really tired.  I can become quite a scene.  More serious cases leave me looking high or drunk, or both.  I can carry on a conversation with a spoon, or laugh for no reason and then laugh because I am laughing.

I think my brain becomes most active during these times.  That is, the deepest, innermost areas of my psyche are most active.  I can become quite creative and philosophical, despite my state of silliness that infests itself all about my aura.

Ten minutes left on the clock.  Well it depends on which clock I look at.  They all seem to say different times... **ten minutes later** one of my clocks now say I have about 10 minutes left.  I'm stuck in a paradox.  Ah hell, sure beats being stuck with Pear-a-bites.  Do you know what those are?  Everybody but AJ ought to be confused by now.

Ah yes, AJ.  She's gotta be the coolest girl ever.  Smart, classy, exciting... all enclosed in a beautiful, perfect body, and the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.  I mean, sure, I've seen the models and the Crest Whitening Strip advertisements.  Those are beautiful smiles indeed, but they are empty.  It's not perfect, straight, white teeth and shapely lips that make a beautiful smile.  It's where the smile comes from that is beautiful to me, and there are very few things more beautiful to me than the smile that comes from AJ being happy.

Well, I just heard the bell ring, and I'm waiting for this class' teacher to arrive and take them away from me.  When that happens, I want to be ready to go.  So I'm gonna go get ready to go.

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