December 9th, 2005
|08:50 am - I want to be Norman Paperman. . .|
A combination of the snow and reading the first 72 pages of Don't Stop the Carnival is dangerous alchemy in me, I think.
I caught myself re-reading a short musing of mine this morning, without realizing what I was doing. I just navigated to the page when I logged in this morning, and stared at it, picking out pieces and smiling.
"Making folks happy, that's what I'll do,
Sunshine and sea air, palm trees, martinis,
That's what I yearn for, like you, you and you. . .
Just give me some time and I'll make it come true. . ."
That little essay is pretty accurate today, still.
I slid onto another essay, one with a similar voice, about stars, and I realized that I had something to add to it, but it, too, rang true as I read it.
It's time to slow down. I'm not getting anywhere with project A, so I'm going to drop it if it gets no favourable response over the weekend. I'm a bit too wide-spread, as it stands. It seems that I've lost some core focus in the past 4 months. I'm getting it back, slowly but surely, as I work things through on my own. Walking With Fire helped immensely with that.
"I think I've got a touch of Island Fever,
I do believe I feel a bit sauteed.
This morning I was just some non-believer;
Tonight I feel I've joined a wild crusade. . ."
There are more important things in life than what I'm doing right now. I think I'm going to cook up some Margaritas and get some salt tomorrow. There's a hammock calling me. Damn the snow, I'm going to put my Hawaiian shirt on, kick off my shoes, and sip drinks in my back yard tomorrow. I might throw in I Sailed to Tahiti With an All-Girl Crew. . . I could use some Gardner McKay. I wish Adventures in Paradise was out on DVD, because that would be the marathon of choice, I think.
I need some me-time. And I need it for me. Something tells me that a few other people need it for me, too, but I wouldn't know anything about that. I do know one thing, though: I owe some things to my friends and to my Grove that I've simply not given, and that's painful to me. I want to fix that.
"I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking. . ."
"Jimmy, there's still so much to be done. . ."
There should be an update today about WWF, but no promises. . . I didn't quite finish it last night, and writing LJ entries at work is rare, even though I post a bunch here.
Current Mood: restless
Current Music: "Public Relations", -JB
I shall be damned, they do chew in time. Now, to find the perfect song for them to chew to...
I think you'd have trouble with half a woman, or even a man dressed as a woman. Lucky for you I know just what to do in this sort of situation: kick all the men out.
For that, I'd thank you. . .
After ensuring you get a video...
Damn straight. I'm greatly looking forward to pics from WWF :)
I am editing them now. :)