Reading harold_maude's journal

Common, put up your circuts you wiely thing you!

that's me. Threatening this computer when it goes blank and just sits there like a big pile of plastic and circuts.

It says nothing but, like a stuborn mule, I know it's plotting.

It wants to go on computer vacation!

Of all the nerve! Immagine a computer making demands of me! How dare it be so blatent.

Actually it's been a bear lately and trying to write like I need to sometimes has been difficult. So I've been painting like crazy.
I've also been spending hours playing music as well, and watching strange movies like the fantastic planet and soylant green, and other off the wall movies like that.

I've been trying to not worry so much about things I can't change and I've decited that since my hours at work are so regular each week, that I need to enjoy my days off and just be weird.

I need thoes moments of weirdness, where it's all ok.
Paint me green and blue and call me "where ever the wild fungi grow"
I'm about to get some sleep. I'm falling asleep...and I better get this posted fast before the computer pulls a circut dead moment on me and forgets what it's supposed to do.

Sweet dreams....

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.