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It is already much too late for me to be writing this, but here I am, racing against the clock, furiously typing these words just to get it out of my head so I can sleep instead of processing the blog....   Having a writers heart and mind can be a tricky thing sometimes. You tend to not see the world as others most likely look at things.... I find myself always analyzing people; how they move, what they say, how they say it, body language, posture, and the gut instinct.  People watching..always a fun pasttime.   Also not the point of this blog.   Was speaking with a friend recently and we got to talking about how people think. Some people will overthink things...to the point of immobility. You can think yourself right out of the best ideas and smartest moves you can ever make in your life, given enough time, and enough overthinking.   Sometimes you just have to not-think.  I call it Percolating.   Sometimes you run into a particular troubling problem,...

Its a few minutes late, but I only just got home from my crazy long day.    Been thinking of you all day...and this excellent song has been rolling around in my brain whenever I think of you.  It is absolutely perfect for you... Happy Birthday my darling...  Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it's all right Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting Little darling, it seems like years since...

I have once again been remiss in my bloggerly duties. Much has kept me away from both my computer and my home these past days...or Fortnight, as it turns out. Hah.   I am midweek through my vacation and today is designated as my official "Must-clean-house-from-top-to-bottom-or-die-trying" day. Its a 50/50 bet on whether I survive at this point... BUT... my bathroom looks amazing hah!  Dishes are a'soakin, Laundry is being laundered, Bathroom is so spotless I may just pee in the kitchen sink from now on, haha.. Im kidding ... really.   Between going to the lake, off roading in Portage La Prairie every sunday, and running around looking for a beater to buy every day after work, I almost forgot what my apartment looked like.... but its ok, alot of my time has been spent with friends in from out of town as well, and its always awesome to catch up.  Just busy...  So The lads found me an old truck that we can take off roading, and we will test her 'sea legs' on...

Terrible, yet awesome. My kind of humor.   Today was one of those days... It was so bad (In my mind) that even as I was wrapping up Saturday and gearing up for a fun filled weekend adventure, my thoughts rose in despair to the gaping maw, the black pit of files waiting for me back at the office.  They were waiting.. calling, quietly... begging, nay, DEMANDING my attention.! *sigh* Kind of ruined my weekend to be honest.  You ever leave a school project to the absolute last minute in school? You know its due, its there, sitting like a rock in the centre of your calm pool of peace and non-working, the psyche's happy place... You dread doing it, you loathe going in after the weekend, and the guilt!!!   That was me this weekend, except my problem couldnt be fixed over the weekend with some hard studying. Im just forced to wait. Ugh...    So This morning Im slogging through the day, and feeling the pressures of trying to organize, juggle 7 different files, r...

Great Video by The Foo Fighters.. an ode to Falling Down, with Micheal Douglas. Great song! A million miles away Your signal in the distance To whom it may concern I think I lost my way Getting good at starting over Every time that I return I'm learning to walk again I believe I've waited long enough Where do I begin? I'm learning to talk again Can't you see I've waited long enough Where do I begin? Do you remember the days We built these paper mountains And sat and watched them burn I think I found my place Can't you feel it growing stronger Little conquerors I'm learning to walk again I believe I've waited long enough Where do I begin? I'm learning to talk again I believe I've waited long enough Where do I begin? Now For the very first time Don't you pay no mind Set me free again To keep alive a moment at a time But still inside a whisper to a riot To sacrifice but knowing to survive The first to climb another state of mind I'...