an untimely passing. it should have been 2:30 or 3:00. this is just far too early. now we’ve got to too much time to kill, on our hands, with not enough to do. we’re gonna have to bulk up the ol’ to do list. laundry, dishes, sweeping, reading, shine the pennies, water the plants, write the suicide note cuz oh my god this is boring! who ever thought it could end up this way? “keeping on the schedule” should be #1 on the to do list. i mean serisously, how did we get to this? staring off into the distance and or counting crows (not the band man) on a telephone wire is not doing something and in fact i’m embarassed to admit that not only was i doing those exact two things but that they were really and trully on my to do list just above pick my nose when no one is watching. which, sadly, you give me an extra half hour or so and this is where it all ends up. a whole day off and i’m pulling back the fabric of space and time to find the beings that visited me when i was younger that explained to me, they showed me the outline, 1 through 10 in half hour incriments, the way to make a list to spend a day. man there was something else…i gotta get a watch.
