God I was Soooo mad this morning when I woke up. I was having the most erotic dream and then had to wake up to the screaching garbage truck. Its like there I was in a 3some and in my dream I hear one of the ladies beeping like a garbage truck. I snap to and realize its the damn city garbage truck. Argggh!!! And you can never, EVER recapture your dream once its slipped away. Sometimes you can catch bits and pieces of it but its always some messed up, mutated version of your original dream. Usually it turns into a fucked up nightmare where you're wearing only your underwear and you're being chased by murderous clowns. You then look down to realize that the band on your underwear has loosened to the point that your choners are falling down. Next thing you know your being eaten by the clowns. Hmmm....sorry. That one kind of got away from me at the end there.
Now, however, I am relaxing a bit as I sit in the confines of my cozy study. This chair is quite wonderful. We picked it up down at Office Max on sale and its a comfy one. Its all leather and it rocks pretty far back. I always feel like Dr. Evil from Austin Powers when I sit in it. Plus, It has a built in massage mechanism so I can melt my spine down to magma if I so desire. I have that baby turned on right now as I am typing. The only problem is that it is vibrating my body so much that my head is vibrating too and my glasses are slightly vibrating. This makes the screen shake and so I feel like i'm drunk as I type this. I'm not drunk though (yet anyway lol). Geez, who do you think I am? Its only 10a.m.!!
So, now here I sit sipping my green tea and wait for the Celexa to kick in like a mule. Thank GOD for the Celexa in the mornings. Otherwise I am the biggest, grouchiest, most depressed assh*le out there. There are two things though that I HATE about Celexa. 1). It rips up my bowels as though I've been eating a steady diet of college-ruled, school paper and broken glass. 2). It has taken my sex drive hostage. Well, its still there but I was use to the sex drive of a rock star or say, John Holmes. So, needless to say there is some "getting use to it."
I've been painting a lot as you can tell from my posting of "Infinite Consciousness." When I paint I go into a trance. Its as if someone literally hypnotized me and told me to paint for 8 solid hours. I wish that I could paint full-time but right now thats not the case. Anyway, I am getting prints of all my paintings made and I am going to be selling them for $25. Let me know if you want any prints and I'll hook you up.
Well, that's probably enough personal information and rambling for one post. I'm sure i'll be back later today to yammer on about something, probably in a political way. Hang in there with me. I'm not all crazy.