Here I am, well past the witching hour, and not entirely sure what I'm at. It's all because of that fricking walk! Thursday's walk triggered a spurt of mental activity that I have not experienced for some time; it had the predictable effect of driving away any compulsion i had for ahem... lesser important activities, such as the stuff i need to slave over to put food on the table - hey, hold on! we don't have a frickin table, and it's been a while since we've had any food of the rice & curry variety in what i now call, the Cavern. It's heaven to have parents living close by, to provide you with an endless supply of food and clean underwear < touch wood >.
So, maybe i don't
need a day job... hmmm
Anywayz, Project
Metal Pot plods on. I hope someone comes up with a better name.
Damn, I can't exactly blog the stuff i want to because the [bleep][bleep] read this stuff. Meurt!
What to do? no one on MSN or yahoo, i guess i'll fill in my orkut profile...
