Well, doing my best.

Note, this is NOT a yowzer entry. Might as well skip down to something more interesting below it. Cheers.

 So, it is quarter of 6 and I've been awake since 3a.m., this is what happened when I crash onto my face at 9:30 in the evening, sends everything al out of what. Ah well, needed to get some more work done anyways; real work, not my writing. *Sighs*

Mm, listening to "The Wings" on my media player. Man, I love that piece, has a lump rise in the throat every time. Swear, that Brokeback Mountain was phenomenal. Whatever you think of it, fact that it causes thoughts is proof that it was a good movie. ‘Nough said.

Now, yesterday was some fun, I tell ya. Read my last post fully? If so, understand I was not in my body much till early evening. Zonked and zoned, moving about like underwater all day.

Poor Emile freaked a bit when I told him what had gone down. He is like we have to smudge you--and your room! (I.E. my art room.)

Well, possibly. I am rather open psychically right now. Exhaustion working hand-in-hand with those 52 little readings I did last Saturday. Yeah, it is not just taking photos of people’s chakras, bunch of times one needs to go ‘inside’ a bit.

As for my Room of Creation here, well it might be getting a touch clogged, have to admit it. It is the room which serves as ‘buffer’ between the building and the front street of troubles. Also, Mrs. Russo, the elderly lady from whom we bought the house and then she passed away soon after has left. Her smiling ghost was oft here, my room her base. She liked Emile and myself a LOT, as well as the house where her family was raised. Fact that she has left...well, guess it is just time. Really feel the difference though, the lack of protection. Well, such is life...

Now, as if yesterday wasn’t bad enough, I discovered something horrible in the mirror.

I have crow’s feet.

*Takes moment to run around the room pulling hair and screaming*

“AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

( Pause for deep breath. )

“AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

*Resumes chair*

Ahem. Well then, call them ‘laugh lines’ if you want, because hey, I do tend to grin and laugh a lot. Oft cynical and sarcastic, sure, but what the hell, right?

Oh, the tragedy! *Tests out corby wings* Note, I do so enjoy black. “Caw! caw!”

Guess I should not be surprised. Other day, was telling you how much weight I had lost, down to under 120 pounds. Was saying to Emile that I still had a little bit of a gut though.

He goes, “Well, you are almost forty.”

Yes, I say, but do I look like I am almost forty?

His thoughtful response?

“It’s hard to tell...”

Oooooooo! *Snarls, hiss, claws!*

Ah well, F it! Just too gosh darn tired to run around the room again. Jumping over all these boxes, f’ing obstacle course in here. be perfect to post a vid of a clip from Al H's THE BIRDS, only I am just too gosh darn tired to find one.

Photo of me, the Bio shot I use on back of my books:

(Awe, wasn't I so cute? Dreamy and all that? Well, a quick snap when just getting out of the bathtub will do it to you. Chuckles!)

By the way, No, Kevin, you still can not have the un-cropped picture, so behave yourself! Expectant father and all that, though do keep your promise not to grow up. I think that baby T-shirt you saw, you know, one that says “Mother Sucker” on it will be cool.

Just imagining Baby’s First Halloween costume for a pair like you two. All I can think of is Pinhead. ROFL! Far easier than one of your gamer models. Those Rat warriors are the coolest! Man, I love the humor of the English! Just stop laughing at my accent, you, Brit. No fair, you guys got the best. Jerk, miss ya, buddy. (Hugs)

Yah, I am just rambling...oh wonderful, the birds just woke up, and it is a damn CROW cawing! Give me a break already, ROFL! Geesh, the Universe does have a sense of humor!

To finish this rather boring entry of the quiet zonkered, just finished some edits on the TEMPLE SOUNDS JOURNAL as well as my own DRAGON VINE JOURNAL. Like I said, had to have an officiously official one. Emile’s cell phone is what did it. Cell and sell-out, but hey, got to start making money somehow.

Sighs, I am so depressed. :'( I like my STEVEN’S STORY a lot, yet seems I am the only one. No one reading, not even my best friend. Oh, I understand, it is cool, NP. Emile is too busy, and as for ‘you know who you are’ Rednight ((hugs)) I also understand you are busy and the stories are not your type.

Guess there is not much call for gay fiction/human interest stories out there. Ah well. Will still write for myself, yet unless I hear, or find that anyone is even visiting the site, I am not going to further kill myself working so hard during the few moments I have available to me.

Sighs...

Oh, speaking to Ken, (not Kev) look what I found!

Yes, it is me swimming in the river through the forest of Cybertown!

Ah, the memories...

Guelf, if you are out there, say hello. TY. and *POKE!* Hehe!

And on that note, guess I’ll just float around some more, possibly write, or surf the web as I try not to think of friends past and gone.

Guess I am just feeling lonely. NP, just part of the life trip. Am well used to it. Lot of the manic artist and all.

Cheers folks,

Melissa