The other day

You guys remember how the other day started out so awesomely? Well it didn't stay that way. The rest of it sucked. Actually, none of that day was awesome. I was just thinking that maybe if I posted that it was, that possibly I would believe it. You know, the idea that all realities actually exist as 'reality dust' in a 'configuration space', that all moments actually exist as static shapes and that time is an illusion that is only viable when measuring the distances between any two particular particles of 'reality dust'. I thought that maybe if I invented a perfect day and 'willed' it to be true, that I just might find those elusive dust particles that constituted the perfect day based on mundane banality.

It didn't work.

Wow!

Wow, I simply cannot believe how awesome today has been so far. First I woke up. Then I got dressed and drank some peach tea or something. After that, I drove from Dallas to Denton. Then I cut up and boiled a chicken, which is now in the process of cooling. Then I fucked around the house for a bit.

I can't wait to see what the rest of the day has in store!

Work?

Can you believe this shit? I'm actually looking for a job. I don't go on the road again until November, and until then the rent is due or something. Plus I don't have any money for books. So here I am, all spiffed up and looking pretty damn awesome. Where to work, where to work... hmmm. I'll get back to me on that one.

I guess since I'm out of books I'll listen to some music.

Yay

Ok, I finished Heavens Reach. I found three dollars in an old ass spiral notebook
that I used to use for high school English class! Whoo fuckin hoo.

I need a new book. I don't have money for a new book. I am having to re-read old
books. This sucks.

Do things actually happen in other people's lives?