Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Going to Seed

Since there is no more Mrs Dan, I've found myself with far too much time than's good for me.

No longer restricted to where and when I can or can't go, at 36 years young, I'm a free man again.  Almost.

I guess I'm not really the type for settling down, similar to Dean Moriarty from Jack Kerouac's On The Road.  Only I haven't scattered my seed all over the place as he did.  But that's another matter.

No.  The only shackles that hold me down now, are those of work and commuting.  And I only wear those for eleven hours a day.

Trouble is, my belly is liking freedom too.  Perhaps I could go to the gym.

But then, that would be like more shackles.

Saturday, July 24, 2010


The way I feel about a lot of things changes constantly.

And, not that I believe in astrology, I guess that makes me a classic Libran.

But frustration is borne out of indecisiveness. Not necessarily for me, but certainly for those around me.

I can't even decide whether I want to finish writing this or not. And if I do finish it, it doesn't matter to me if nobody ever reads it.

That's one thing I do know.

I can't say I've never done anything purely for popularity because I was a teenager once.

But nowadays I don't care for the popularity contest.

And that's about the only thing I won't change my mind about.