THE DAILY DIVERSION

ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END...

That's how the saying goes anyway. However, some things just get suspended and pick right back up shortly thereafter. What I'm speaking of is my honey heading home again. After another wonderful week together, she's heading back to Owensboro as I type (I almost said "As we speak").

I had several thoughts together this morning when I got here, but stupid "Blogger" decided to crap out on me, so I could make a post. Well, I shouldn't say that, because it could just be our shitty internet here at work. I don't know which, but it easily could be a combination of the two.

I can't remember any dreams from last night, again. I have a feeling tomorrow will be a different story though. I can say this, though... I've rubbed off on Adrianne. She started to remember some of her dreams and actually tried writing some things (or at least I think). We talked about a couple of hers over the last few days, since my mind has come into focus completely blank.

Personally, I think my brain is paying me back for opening up it's functioning to Adrianne last week. I told her how I go to sleep at night and how I operate my mind. It's not as easy as some may think. At bedtime, my mind is working a thousand miles an hour. I've probably thought up the cure for cancer sometime in there, but wiped it out, just in order to get some sleep.

She asked me "Why would you cut it off? It sounds like you should be nurturing it instead?" I said "Yeah, that's a great idea, but I do have to function at work, right?" If I spent all my nights thinking and working on harvesting my thoughts, I'd be in a hell hole at work. On any given night I can easily stay up until 3 or 4 am, but I choose not to. This is because 7 am comes rather quickly when you stay up that late. I don't think the folks that sign my paycheck would appreciate me sleepwalking through the day.

We did have one funny thing happen last night. I don't remember any of it, but Adrianne said it happened, so I believe her. Supposedly I started "making out" with her during the night, and was trying to "get it on". I have no recollection of it, but she said she remembered the way I was kissing her. Damn!! Why do I have to forgot the good stuff?

I had a song in my head this morning too. Actually, I had several, but this one was the first, so I'll go with it.

Song of the day: "The Pot" by Tool from 10,000 Days

Many people immediately think this song is about "Mary Jane" just because of the "you must've been high" lines and the name of the song. However, if they pay a little closer attention, it's about hypocrites, which is a common subject on the album. They actually talk about a "black kettle" in the song, so do you get it yet? I kept singing the "Who are you to wave your finger" part in my head. Why? Hell, I don't know. Do I ever?

I don't really have too much else to talk about today. I just know I've got to go home to an empty apartment tonight. This always happens when I kind of get used to someone being there with me. Well, only 18 more days, and I won't ever have to worry about that again. Hooray for me!