What to write about when you’ve got nothing to say

You would think for all the thinking I’ve been doing lately that I’d have a few conclusions to hang onto.   But alas, the world still twists and turns at me in serpentine form; convoluted and
contradicting.   And a head full of Hunter S.’s writings are only adding to the insanity.   My fault for choosing it as subway reading material, I suppose.

The recent week was good, and I have to say a lot of the thanks for that goes to one of my coworkers, who was nice enough to snap me back from the brink of my old flaky habits.   The workload overload I was suffering from has abated itself and I’m moving more things from their status of perpetual development to more finished forms.
Damn, is work all I can talk about?   Change the fucking subject, son!

Weather wise it looks like it’s going to be a fantastic weekend.   Got into the 70′s today, which made me twice as glad that I ditched the heavy coat this morning for a zip-up sweatshirt.   I actually have plans to make good use of the warm weather too with a Sunday bike ride.   For now, I’m just happy to have the heat off and the window open in my apartment for some fresh air.   But responsibility reigns as well.   Gotta sort those papers and get those taxes ready.   The apartment blew up once again, so I have to pick up the pieces and put them away as well.   Ah well, that’s life, y’know.

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