I can't seem to finish watching the season premiere of Battlestar Galactica. I slept through it on Friday. The re-show at 1am I would watch and then type and then watch. It's on tonight again and I'm doing the same thing... typing, chatting...watching. Maybe I'll piece it all together. It's not that I don't know what's going on, I just wish the show paced better so that I didn't lose interest so easily.
I'm thinking about my dental appointment in a couple weeks, my trip to Las Vegas this weekend (and the lack of money and how I'm going to make this trip happen), porn that's downloading (will it be any good?), this guy on the show that has really hot arms, the pile of white clothes that I haven't washed yet, should I be living here? I'm pretty sure the punctuation just sucked right now. When I reflect and write to myself, I often wonder how I will perceive what I say later on.
Taxes. Grrrrr. I have no idea where I stand yet, so I'll just sit.
Plans to see Underworld Evolutions with Jorge when it comes out. Eddy mind is weighing heavy with the thoughts of leaving for basic training. Randy's voice is going out again. Mark is still with Darren. Cooked myself rice tonight. If only I had a packet of hot sauce from Del Taco, I could've had Spanish rice.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
