Things I almost sent over the internet. (Ha) Some things need to be kept private. Like most of the things I think. Especially as far as people, specifically women, are concerned. I wish I could remember that for every time I speak. I should try to program it in to my consious and subconscious minds. well it'll be difficult to corral my pessimistic angry side.but with any luck I'll be able to make at least a little progress. Who knows...
Friend: Hope your day was good.
Thanks Honey. It was ok. Better than many I've had in the past. The Harry Potter movie was good. trite to say, but not as good as the book. Barely got the main plot points down, but the cinematography and special effects were good. It's always hard to see megan go, but with some luck and some planning I'll get to see them in a month or so during by break between classes. I'm probably going to be deliverring the couch and bookshelves to them in SF. and dropping off Annie's futon in SC. and also installing power, gas and water lines for mark's dad's Barbeque/heated deck setup. Wow. I guess I won't have much of a vacation... but even with the realization of that I still feel like today was a success.
Actual response: Thanks sweetie. Hope you that sleep good and that your day goes well.
Maybe revealing too much about yourself is dangerous. actually I'm pretty sure it is. Maybe If I spend some time thinking before responding, I'll avoud hurting the feelings of those most important to me. Well, at the very least, it's something to strive for. Some day I may even live up to it. But like all important goals, it will take time. and effort. and patience. everything else is trivial to the accomplishment of goals. except perhaps for luck. but most luck I encounter is not what I would consider good. Only Bad and Dumb. Neither of which helps me out. Even Lady Luck would ditch me at the first chance she got. (she already did, but I didn't know it was her until it was too late. even though I did occasionally think of her as such, I suppose I didn't realize the significance until recently.)
And if you read all of that, I apologize for the dank, depressing, disjointed ramblings of my mind. But then again, the title should have been warning enough.
