It's going to be a beautiful day

 It's going to be a beautiful day

regardless of what I type

or how I feel

It's still going to be a beautiful day

I have written some dismal things

but that sun comes up

regardless of what I type

It's going to be a beautiful day

 On todays episode of the motley hypochondriac...

I feel fine.
What's wrong?

Falling asleep at 7

 Leg/foot has been swelling up. Walking is painful.  Lately I have been taking unscheduled naps again. 

I made a short trip, did some errands this morning. A short walk in the big box store- touching 3 corners, and my foot said that was it for the day. 

Checked up on the news. 

Compared it to things I have seen

how things are changing in my life

and people I know

It's a mad mad world out there. 

Maybe type something funny tomorrow

Social Media Thought Baby reruns

 When you were a little kid, wasn't the best feeling when your mom put your pictures on the refrigerator? I am not ashamed to say it. I miss my mommy everyday. I am still drawing pictures to go on the fridge.

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ah the sweet sounds of Dexys Midnight Runners.. The day is complete and it is only noon. Everything else is just bonus. Now to search for Craft Fairs to parlay my wares and maybe have a Peanut butter , mayo, tomato and bacon on toast. #Rebel.

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This project is going to take the entire rest of my life and may only end up being of value to me.

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My wife doesn't like my taste in novelty T shirts. Starting with bright green w/ dinosaur with little bitty arms....or my tie dye smiley face..or today's gem....I don't like her TV shows.

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just shaved my head and turned on Youtube. Top 2 rows of selections are all bald.

Not weird at all.

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Wife looking for empty cupholder in our car, says "Your hole is empty." I say that is by definition. Nothing in a hole is what makes it so.

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Deep breath. Remember to exhale. I forget that sometimes. Everything gets peaceful and I can't tell if I didn't inhale, or exhale and then I do the hypnic jerk. My plate is full. Just let me play with words for awhile...

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Life is fleeting, so they say, but sure, I will wait...because I am a very hyper fat man, and am known for my aggressive patience, biting empathy, and dark, deadpan, screwball humor.

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It's been a long time since I have typed into a device and not thought that I am actually typing to an "artificial" intelligence. Hell, I don't do anything around my house that I wouldn't want my toaster to see or hear. The toaster and lightbulbs get quite a show.

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Randomness as a career path...

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And up next is an exciting new comorbidity that just moved in. (cut to commercials)

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Forget the lefty vs righty, or the rev challenged vs two hander controversy. Forget about the equipment arguments. It's obvious some patterns favor a taller or shorter player. #Bowling

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I have this theory that I was a surrealist in another life and I dream that life's European short films, then I wake up and people think I'm a bowler that gets paid to walk through vacant houses.

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Dammit. I'm a 50 year old, reasonably well-read and worldly man. When I tell you my psoriasis flares up when Jupiter gets closest, I expect you to respect that it took years of study to formulate the very sentence you rolled your eyes at.

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I swear, every one of these memes about 'would you live here for a month for a bazillion dollars' are places from various horror movies. Nothing is free, people.

Statistically, there are just not a lot of Bruce Campbell's with chainsaw/shotgun prosthetics stationed at the beautiful but haunted cabin in the woods with no phone signal He doesn't save a lot of people in his own movies...

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....Not that I know of...but I have hit a bat on a curve in a road (stuck in my windshield wiper) and realized I was a second from it hitting me, and that there are perfectly acceptable bowel evacuating moments. Maybe that person had one of those moments?

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...and we only know that because it is what we are told. Nobody knows more than they believe.

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Our Dachshund lived a long life, and I miss her most when my wife has fallen asleep early. Reese and I would have bedtime cheese. She had to have 3 bites. (it didn't matter if I broke one piece into 3, or gave 3 separate cuts.) Now I rarely have midnight cheese. She was so happy

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Did you read anything about photos will be taken of the property now and then, and you may not be told about it? It could be for insurance and such....I used to do that job. Nothing quite like being told to step onto a property and the mortgagor has no clue who you are...

The nicest dog will bite if he smells BANK on you.

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of all the rabbit holes to fall into

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You have to remember, this is a character building exercise

 I suppose I should write something off beat and somewhat humorous to maybe 5 people on the planet now

Truth hidden in truth

 I read a lot when I was young. 

I wrote a little

mostly poetry of sorts

I quit, and I don't know why

The poem I remember, was this

There comes a time

when worlds collide

win we must choose

when or lose

the path our lives will follow

I stopped writing poetry and just wrote notes and lists. 

whole notebooks...to try to keep order

despite this, I went on and led a very chaotic life

I felt I was such a detriment to situations

that things would only get worse

that it was best for my loved ones

that I remove myself from the situation

work on my problems

and hope for improvement later

I went back to writing

to fill the hole

when I felt my health, 

and time

and economics

were not on my side. 

I don't know if it will matter

or not

it may be too little, too late, and too much

but I have put my heart, soul and mind

into words

for my family and friends 

and anyone who stumbles across them

so they can remember me

get to know me better

(or pretend they didn't)

and in some cases, realize why

I thought it best to subtract myself

from the equation.      

I am not proud of my wrongs. 

I am not even proud of my rights.

It is for others to pass judgement.

These 3 blogs are the worst, best and average 

my mind can offer up to this point

The lack of edit is my way of displaying honesty. 

There is no perfection here. 

There is always tomorrow until there isn't. 

Love. 

Now maybe I can sleep. Mental constipation is now alleviated.

Original thought is always questionable

I have written many things

that may appear as gibberish

to some

that were simply references 

to various theories

by highly respected thinkers

and by some well known but 

not as respected

(we all get our ideas from somewhere

and we expound)

If you were not aware of these

or even if you were

you might think it crazy

the way I cut them up

and insert my own twist to them

you may think I am crazy 

toooo

I may very well be. 

Who cares what either of us thinks 

But don't confuse crazy

with stupid. 

because the accused can end up

being neither

and where does that leave the accuser? 

Artistic license can be a broad stroke 

Some of it will be Shite 

Some of it not. 

Maybe the actual gibberish

 was done 

for my own fun