Thoughts From The Brown Couch

Well, it's 4:20, and while I mean 4:20 AM, it still passes for a good moment, regardless of my bleary and bloodshot eyes. As with all things, things have changed again in life, ushering in what I hope is just a brief detente with the world, at least until I get straight and can figure out where all this jibby-job madness fits in with my plan to end up drinking rum on sunny beach. More to the point, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with the world, but then, it'll be there for a while, so no decision has to be reached.

I have noticed a seeming increase in the amount of butterflies lately. This would hardly seem worth mentioning, except for some reason it makes me think of the butterfly girl, and that is just unpleasent. I can't really describe it any better, mostly I just want to grab the elaborate moths, tear off the wings and stomp on the remains, but then again, it really isn't their fault. Not to mention killing a butterfly wouldn't make me feel any better about the whole experience. So instead I just think about the butterfly girl and that leaves me in a foul mood. Luckily, the medicine has arrived and looks to be in superb form.

Methinks there was something else I wanted to write about tonight, but aside from the fact that I finally found a job with benefits, it seems little else of import has really occured lately. Lest you think life is boring, it isn't, well it is, but only in large doses. So, other than keeping my sanity by listening to Joe Henry music and watching my beloved PATRIOTS FUCK THE RAIDERS LIKE A SKANKY VILLIAGE WHORE. Lest you forget where my loyalties lie, Thursday was spent watching the Patriots game at my friendly local drinking establishment. It's not nearly as good a sports bar as the redneck looking joints back in the burg, but what are you going to do? Fuck it man, let's go bowling....

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