Been gone for a minute now I'm back with the jump-off, to quote The Q.B. For some reason, the literary inspiration just hasn't been there. It's been a little crazy lately. But then again, it's been so for everyone else, it seems.
Matter of fact, I've been so engrossed with reality lately that, all of a sudden, life seems grossly uninspiring. Truth be told, the only bright spots lately are the few weekends I get to spend some QT with Shawty. With the exception of a few misdemeanors, one of which involved wine-tasting and the other..... well, there wasn't any other, everything else is rather mundane. Tell me - what's a cat got to do for some excitement around here?
Going out does not constitute fun anymore. Drinking? Temporary absolution from everyday drudgery, not to mention the havoc it wreaks on the body. Drugs? No can do. Promiscuity? Never could do it - it's difficult enough dealing with just one member of the opposite sex. Short of good music and the occassional triple-digit spree on the freeway, I'm at a loss when it comes to excitement.
And what happened? I used to be so full of life, so unbelievably energized. I was like a dog that had been locked up in its kennel all day long only to be taken for a long walk, without a leash; running all over the place barking - or is it hollering - at this and that, marking its territory.
What I need is some real stimulation, something borderline dangerous, preferably. Maybe I could skydive, bungee-jump, snowboard, or even jetski, like typical White-boys do, God bless 'em. Truth be told tho, I might never do these things. I probably will end up doing things like count the lines on my left palm to see if they're the same number as my right. Maybe I could see how many times the neighbor's dog barks per minute. [Yes, it's that bad] Or maybe I could count the times I hit the 'A' instead of the 'S' on the keyboard, which is my weakness. Or, I could maybe count the stars on the Star Simulation screensaver.
Or maybe I could just blog more. Yeah, I'll try that.