Guess what?

I ran away from home, joined the circus and now I am a trapeze artist!

I've only fallen down 17,832 times.

I also cleaned my car, but hey how can that compete?

Actually it's true... I did clean my car (and become a trapeze artist). Now I have officially cleaned up every single physical mess in my life.

Call it a work in progress.

I'm not sure what inspired it (probably the drugs) but on Thursday I suddenly had the urge to fix my car, so I cleaned it up. Then, on Friday, I got the air conditioner fixed. Just in time too, because I went Portland this weekend.

I exhibited remarkable self-restraint and chose to not get a new paint job and a mirror, but then again, who would want their right rear view mirror? It just gets in the way of poles and stuff.

Somehow though my door managed to get in the way of that pole too (while closed)... so I'm not sure if I should really pin the blame on the mirror.

Clearly it was all the pole's fault.

Oh hey I've also recently re-established contact with my BFF from elementary school (thanks to myspace). How weird is that?

In the end I guess it wasn't such a bad week, though I'm a little worried about how the next couple weeks are going to go. I'll blog more about it when I know for sure.

Feeling contemplative...



think i'll wait for the tide
seems it's all i can do right now
there must be a reason
i've run aground

i'll wait for the waves
to come
by the moon and the tide
like a man and his bride
i will wait
on you, Lord
and we will run so far from here
to your.........safety

think i'll lie in the sun for awhile
maybe inside out
i've been leaving messages for you
i'm sure it will all work out

and i know the waves
will come
by the moon and the tide
like a man and his bride
i will wait
on you Lord
and we will run so far from here
to your.........safety in the storm

there is courage for the simple man
to the holders of secrets and scars
learning to stand with reaching arms
we'll wait till the very last
no matter what will be
you're always good
always good
to me

-Peter Furler, Phil Joel

Great.... now I'm feeling inadequate as a writer...