It started as a pasttime to make time pass

right now, i should be smoking or drinking or sleeping, but i'm doing none of the above. just thinking about a million things and wondering how i'll manage to find happiness in the morass of murky mayhem that manifests itself as my daily grind. it ain't all gravy but it could be worse. so stop yer b!tching and man up. i should start condo-hunting again. plus, i got called out for not writing/performing lately, so i should actually cop a real book to start putting my lifetime in between the paper's lines. man, i use that line way too much. An otherwise sunny day gone by without much work accomplished.