wine, t.v. and 28 years of age

to those who have been reading, thank you. everyone wonders if their voice is heard.
s'pose if i did not receive any feedback, i would continue to write. i just love to write. i do not like to wake up for much in the morning; but if i know i will be writing, i'm up. i'm attem. nuff said.

i am, although, writing less for this blog. and it's all a practicality thing. i just don't have access to the internet. but i will later in april. and you can know that i will do my darndest to fill your minds with prolific filth and interesting wanderings of a searching young man. did i say young? i feel young. s'pose i feel 28ish. something like that. but i'm a ll' bit older than that.

sorry, the wine is typing for me tonight. light weight. one glass and a full meal and i'm typing
all
over
the place.

you ever write and then read back over it and think, "this is reading NOTHING like how i was thinking when i was writing it." my mind is usually some far and distant place with great ideas and pictures running through it and all you get (as a reader) is: s'pose i feel 28ish." what the . . .

we will just chock tonights entry to being scattered by a number of pressing thoughts that i haven't the strength to put aside for the time being. they nock nock on my door and wish for me not to ignore them. so, i will go downstairs and watch a little more t.v. (like a good little soldier) and put it all off until the morning.