Time Alone

My mentor and the mullethead went to town on foot, and were spendin' all day there. I didn't want to go.

I ended up goin' for a run down the deer path, borderline dirt road in back, sans shoes. I did that about once a week, weather permittin'. This is just the first time I wrote about it. I ran about eight kilometres, and when I came back, I walked across the lawn a couple of times. It felt pretty good.

I had a root beer on ice after that, took a quick shower, and here I sit in front of the computer watchin' the world wake up a little more, and a little faster each day. I'm lovin' every minute of it. Especially the stories on how Erin is turnin' on the Vatican.

Ye gods, I'm enjoyin' all this way more than I should. Or maybe not. After all, what's so bad about relishin' the entropy of a vile system such as is?

I'm really beginnin' to identify more with the mullethead. But I think I'll keep my gender identity, not that it's much of an issue. Hey! Sometimes I'll even go to town with my two loves pretendin' to be a flamin', campy gay 'sausage casin'. It's fun once in a while, and it does crack up the 'audience'; which is the point.

Now, I think I'll go downstairs for some tay and hazelnut-chocolate covered toffee.