All things change. Little by little the grass grows if left unattended, and then crumples and dies as the seasons change. It’ll go through it’s ups and downs all on it’s own without any help aside from that which is in plenty of supply, simply speaking, time and space. So like that patch of ever growing and dying grass, so do we come and go with ideas and distractions. I’ve been too busy lately. It’s hard to believe, or understand, until you’re in the midst of this thing called ‘getting older’ that you actually don’t have the time to do the things you want to anymore. For instance, right now, I’m doing the laundry. After that I’m going to make dinner. After that? Bed. I have to work in the morning. And speaking of work, I’m working daily overtime just to try and break even in life. I know people work far harder at the things they love and still have to cater to the world of work etc, but I’m new at this, and not very good to balancing. It will be a learning process, one I hope I can get to quickly and figure out some way to make it work. Here’s hoping. So in the meantime, I will continue to try and write. I will try to draw. I will try to make music. These are my idiocies. My hobbies. My meaningless life in little events. For your pleasure. Maybe…
Andrew (Jim) is also working on stories. He’s starting to pick up his pace on some things, while falling flat on others. This is his way, we don’t hate him for it. We despise him a little, but not hate. Hate is a harsh word. We don’t use hate unless it’s regarding bad food or people who take advantage of others. So Andrew will work on his projects as he will, and we will wait for whenever he feels like doing any of them, because, believe me, he has plenty of time on his hands.
What I can’t say is if Matt will ever write anything for us again. He is much like a woman and his interests shoot from one thing to another in one month or less. Currently he is playing MAGIC and will likely not be seen again as he was already against going outside. Now that he has a reason to stay indoors, away from windows, I wonder what will become of him. Here’s hoping he doesn’t move into his mom’s basement. It is a very real stereotype. Funny, albeit sad, we weep for his eternal soul and his reputation.
So that’s us for now. 1 and 2 and a distant 3. We are failing at updating weekly, and with bulk. But as I said, time is an uncaring bitch, for which I have pleaded and been ignored. Thanks for coming by. Stop by again sometime, hopefully for something new.