Day No.746: Just another day.

Good.  Today I ran at 9.30am.  With Ed.  It was so hot my shorts nearly caught fire.  Other than that being agnostic is great.  Otherwise I might have interpreted it as burning shorts.  No, nobody's talking to me.  

Sun's so hot, so much nuclear reaction there.  Mr Kim must be so jealous.  But what he really needs is a haircut.  But when one is so obsessed with attaining the power of the sun, one tends to forget what a good haircut is.   Perhaps when he kicks the proverbial bucket, he could feel the power of the sun instead on being lowered 6 feet under.  I pity the man.  Misguided missle.  

I'm taking more than the usual pictures.  Well, I've got the H5.  It's a start.  Hopefully I see the fjords and those damn northern lights.  Those, of course, before I kick the bucket as well.

My chemicals are not balanced today.  Don't feel good.  Not happy.  Perhaps I did not complete my quota of good deeds.  Wait, then everyone should be depressed.  I rest my case.  

Day No. 744: Getting ready.

This year will be different.
I have plotted the road.  It's so damn long.  Luckily I've planned.  I will survive the onslaught of pain.  The pain tearing at the seams.  When it comes it will be the most sensational.  Maybe I will cry, but I will finish.  I thank Ed.  Thanks for running with me.  Or I'd question my mental will without you.

Remember Kurt Vonnegut.  God bless the man.  I'm still agnostic.  But if he does exist, bless his soul.  He's been through the giant contraption which we're still figuring how to operate.  The wheels keep on turning.  I'm glad I've met his spirit. Ask ask ask. Always question.  Otherwise we're lost?

I'm lost.  I'm forgetting.  Luckily I have a camera.  Too many blind spots in my brain.  My memory will be lost in bytes.  Where I leave it in writing, the memory is gone.  One day you will forget me, and maybe I will not be afraid no more.  I will not forget to write, this is all I can do, and when it's done and dusted, it will be swept under the sea of voices.