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I've been trying to get moving to get the trash and recycling out. I just want it done but it isn't getting done. I am getting really tired though too. Might just have to call it a night, try to get some sleep, and... well... deal with it next week, or such. Bleh. It isn't a lack of will. Ah well.
By the way, I am not a poet. I just made the notion up in my head and then played the part as if I knew what I was doing. I am as poetic as a brick. A plain one. In a stack of thousands of other bricks that look just like it. Maybe bricks are poetic, but they are in a different brick factory. Trust me. It's down the road and to the left. I shouldn't goof with people like that.
Yeah, I want to get that water heater tomorrow. Along with a bit more copper pipe and whatever fittings might be required. This won't set me back as to Bman. It just means my credit card won't be paid off. I think I can still have a cash reserve restored, a bit... get to and from BMan with most of my credit open... have a small stash of cash on the side for emergencies... and have the gear, mostly, that is needed and wanted. Assuming no emergencies, I should be good for more saving after the event. How, you ask? I'm eating my larder, and going lean beyond that. I'm holding my breath as if a skunk just deigned to offer it's posterior for my inspection. It stinks, or will before long, but... it'll work.
Actually, if all works out, with no emergency costs, I might buy the the camera that I want... I have two, probable, lenses I want with it, if only one at a time as they are a bit pricey. There are better, there are cheaper, there are other, but for my money... that's the ticket. I've been holding off on that for a very long time. Hopefully I can use half credit, half cash, and still have a bit of both anyway. I wonder how well cameras hold up at BMan? I know you have to register your camera.
Look, if I can fake being a poet, I might as well go all in for photographer, eh? Next thing you know... never mind. Good night.
Well, maybe you are supposed to be a creature of the night,
ReplyDeleteDoomster. You could be fighting your circadian rhythms by trying to force yourself to hit the sack early.
I'm not a poet either. The occasional haiku and silly limerick doesn't count. But you do have a knack for writing..
If I thought I could get on almost any schedule, so long as it allowed for the processing of business affairs, most of which need some nod to being awake at parts of the day, I would do it. My problem is, if I don't choose then work toward a schedule I end up completely free floating through day and night at a maddening pace. Got to admit, I MUCH prefer nights. But as to holding a schedule, days are as easy as nights. A day schedule is a lot less distressing when business needs tending.
ReplyDeleteI don't even consider myself a writer. If a bit fanciful, at times, this is mostly a diary, perhaps of a madman. Imagine if someone found your scarcely edited diary, what they might say, or think? I'm too tired to do actual writing.
What amazes me about you is you... even try to wade through my musical offerings. Most grown men fear to tread those. I just live in them, so it doesn't much affect me. Not to say life isn't good, or they don't corner angst, just...
ReplyDeleteAt first I thought, perhaps, you were there too. Then I realized, when you called it 'dark music' or some such, that you were treading where angels may fear, within your understandings. "Dark music", by the way? *grins* You should see what I turn away as being too much. Not just on the crude side, which I try to avoid if I have some minor corners there I will take, and I do slip up. There is some powerful music out there.