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some early thoughts With the return of the sun this morning, I opened some windows to let the full effect of spring into the house. For the past few days the temperature has been steadily rising and with it the house has become more and more stuffy. Walking around the house in my underwear doesn't help either. Noon. I thought that I would be asleep by now, but I'm not. Actually I was already asleep for about an hour, but I woke up because my right arm was being assaulted by pins and needles. Somehow in that short span of time I had managed to cut off all the circulation to my arm. So after repeatedly smacking my right hand and arm to get the blood flowing again, I was wide awake. I must have had my full body weight on my arm, because there were some serious creases in it. The garbagemen have yet to come and pick up the trash, but I am sure that if I went back to sleep they would appear in an instant. I left my windows open for just that reason. I want to get the full effect of the hydraulics pulsing through my head. I often wonder what people must think of my sarcastic comments. More often than not people don't get them. Even worse some people think that I hate everything, but I don't. I'll admit that sarcasm is a form of release for me, but generally speaking I think that I have a fairly positive outlook on life. Hark. The distant whine of brakes mixed with a grumble through the floor. Could it be the fabled garbage truck? I rush to the window to confirm my guess and I see that I am right. Noble sanitation crew take my refuse and dispose of it properly. What was mine is now yours. 1:00 pm - A few online journals and mp3 files later I am starting to get tired. 2:00 pm - After eating some food, I feel a little more alert. While eating my meal, I caught some great comedy on television in the form of the soap opera called Passions. Whoever writes this stuff must go home laughing every day after work. Never mind the doll that comes to life only in the presence of one character ala Calvin and Hobbes without the poignancy. This sad little production seems to be aiming for the teen audience and adds to my laughter. My favorite character to watch is the highly emotional Theresa. Currently she is in love with some male character (whose name escapes me at the moment), but much to her dismay he is engaged to someone else. Now through the twists in plot, she has to work with him one on one to arrange his wedding, because his soon to be wife is out of town and asked her to do it. Ahem. Using my best Marlon Brando voice from Apocalypse Now, the horror, the horror. Now I understand that it is natural for people to have a crush from time to time, but she is so gloriously over the top that I could just hug her. In almost every scene she is on the verge of crying and ruining her overly mascara coated eyes. I can feel her pain oozing through the screen. Yeah. If only I could take her away from all that sadness and give her the love that she needs. Of course this would require me to speak using much too lengthy pauses and lingering looks for no apparent reason.
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