Hyperbole a million years long

Maybe the correctest things must happen by themselves, by accident. And maybe it is not correct to think of them as so correct, even though they are.

I have not been a success within the world of bloggering, lately, but here is me, and i will try.

Right now i am sitting in my blue beanbagger, upon my balcony, which is very open to the sunsettings, even the one which is happening tonight, and i can look down on the streets and trees and people at the martini bar, if i wanted, except that i would have to stand, because the beanbagger does not allow me such vaulted trajectories of vision, because it is low and smooshy.

If i were not so lazy and fearful of accumulating more apartment items, then i would seek out and procure balcony wickers, in which to sit with some heighth and dignity.

Today has been a pretty horrible day, actually. Not because of anything that has happened, but rather because my brain is fond of flat negatives, sometimes. And so when i would stop at traffic lights, there would be some overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, somehow. How melodramatic and out-of-nowhere awesome, huh?

Plus, i needed to traverse through three different ministry of transportation offices today, before i finally found one that was not bolting its doors for no reason, and had employees that were not adverse to upgrading a drivers license from a g2 to just a regular g. Golly. But now i am set, and it is on to the insurance and license plates, and then no one will be able to tell whether or not i am an american, at least when i am in my car.

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There have been fifty-one days that have gone by since easter sunday 2006, which was actually a very boring day until approximately 8PM, when i was driving through the southern orleans county swamps, on route 63, and i was using my mobile telephone to dial the number of a girl named Heather. We met for coffee at maybe approximately 9:10PM, at delaware and chippewa. So it is fifty-one days later and there have been eleven dates, of varying, but mostly colossal durations. And it has been such a good thing. It would be a disservice to try and describe it in a blog. Or maybe it would just require more skill and creativity than i seem to be capable of at the moment. But anyway. There has been no better way to be spending all of this time. I look forward to the weekends and i am a bit down when they are over.

I have been very restless, also, today. The sun is in the finishes of its setting for the day, and it seems like i should be out walking and exchanging money for ice cream.

And so maybe i will.

I will try to be better about writing, and maybe backdating writtens for more bolstered posterity. And try to store some inside jokes here as well.