And a very little blog entry, too.
Here is why :
So you see, I am “typing” this in by clicking on a virtual keyboard , and boy is it a lot of work compared to using the real thing.
So expect this entry to be considerably shorter than the usual one thousand words.
Possibly by quite a lot given how much effort has gone into getting this far and this is only the 81 word mark.
Oy is this going to be a schlep.
Oh well. I’ll get it now keyboard tomorrow and this sordid escapade will be over.
I’m going to miss my fuzzy friends, though . I mean, in theory , I could log on to Tapestries via the same virtual keyboard I am using to type these words, but in practice it is downright maddening to watch the conversation zoom past you as you struggle to keep up at your typing speed.
By the time you finish typing a reply, people have forgotten the question!
It’s like trying to converse via semaphore.
Who knows, though. If I get lonely enough I might go for it anyhow. Limit myself to talking privately with one person after explaining why I am suddenly so slow.
You, my dear friends, will sadly be on half rations. 250 words now and another 250 with supper later on.
Because even getting this far has taken a lot out of me. Christ is this irritating.
It’s like masturbating with mittens on.
Only without the friction burns.
“Kitten soft” my ass!
More after the break.
The downward slope
I seem to be on the downslope of my mood cycle today.
As in heading for the bottom and gaining speed. That is not a problem unless you make it into one by thinking you’re supposed to be “up” all the time.
Nuh-uh, nope. Not possible, never going to happen. Everything has a natural cycle and fighting it only makes things worse.
Just let it roll.
So yeah, I am headed for the bottom but that’s cool. The bottom is where I dump out the next load of negatives and dreck, and that lightens my load so much that I go soaring on up into the sky again.
Lather, rinse, repeat until clean.
It’s a system that works if you let it.
There’s a whole lot of wisdom in just getting the hell out of your own way.
It takes a special kind of ignorant arrogance to imagine that you know better than millions of years of instincts and that absolutely nothing can go right without you direct and conscious control and that you alone can fend off the darkness with your mind.
It takes a lot of brains to be that dumb.
Stupid people have no choice but to rely mostly on their instincts and emotions because they ain’t got shit else.
And while that doesn’t help them with their SATs, it keeps them from REALLY screwing themselves up, too.
And amen for that because they’re the ones running things.
I’ll talk to you nice people again tomorrow.