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BLAH!

I'm wiped the last couple days. I guess it is nice that "life" doesn't start again for another few days. I have stuffed so much stuff into my head today I'm not sure anymore will fit. HAH! Then I go lay somewhere and pick up another book. I hate this. I had something inspiring, witty, and brilliant to say and it's gone now. (it was all spelled correctly and grammatically sound as well.) Maybe it was just one of those things that sounded good when I thought it? I’m going to go find that book now before my hole gets any deeper.

Waiting on a book. Why does time seem to last longer when I'm waiting for something? I'm still getting used to some new things. Not really new as it has been all along but me the ever oblivious... I'm still wrapping my head around it all.

This does not suprise me at all. What could I have to say that might be of intrest to anyone other than myself? I am not, nor have I ever been sin nomine. Just alone. Solitary. Searching.

There are two dogs who live in a yard my bedroom window overlooks. They were shut out in the snow without shelter barking ALL NIGHT LONG. It is Christmas break and school is out. It's bloody cold out so everyone is stuck inside. Torture. I have the 9 year old convinced that due to a governmental mistake Christmas will be on 32 December this year. I BS that poor kid up the wall and right back down! I keep feeling like I should be doing something but I can't get the scanner to play nice with the house computer which is making it hard to noodle together a resume for a job I doubt I have a shot at. A nomad too long I guess.

I built a dog today. I also tore apart my sewing machine and reassembled it. I've also been thinking on "Psychic Vampirism". It never occurred to me that I do it unintentionally. I'm an empath. I love Google. So much is just right there at your fingertips and behind your eyelids.

I've been toying with the idea of writing a book about Matt. (My "Matty") I've also been tossing around a possible connection between him and an odd visitor I had over the summer. Trying to dig up every detail of that encounter. He had the demeanor of something like a circus character and wished to know "Where the music was coming from." I listened and stretched to hear more. I pointed him to a house a ways off that had loud parties now and again. He tipped an invisible hat to me and started to walk away. I blinked and he was gone just as he's appeared. That house has been empty since then.

I am impressed with the warmth that I have been welcomed with here. I've been solitary far too long.