Where's me keys?

Upon trouserfication not there none of the pockets, must be on the table, the desk, in the handsome sombrero chip platter with the central guacamole depository. Not nowhere so commences the backstopping retrace before ultimate recourse to hook on fridge. (Back-up set.) Not the first time - usually arrive home at ease, without forethought, no big deal about anything. All the time.

Events superimposing irregardless of any need to move from one place to the next and so forth; where the blazes are they, I implore! Such an inconvenience - the simplest things. Drives nuts!

Scouting the tops, the recesses; finally the surreptitious. Absolutely nothing doing, that dumb-shit self-condemnation works its way up the cortex, soon to flip some several synapses - take a break.

Fall back to the spare set and set on zoom . . . there are they.

Sleep Like a Log

Full by the belly am I.

The fish, the chips, the sauce...
not necessarily in that order.

Survived a most stressful curve.

Supposed to Study

Have been swamped. The usual suspects - merchandising schemes, product specifications, but also now work-station navigation. The process has not exactly been systematic. No sustenance without neither. Aspects of theatricality a bit much; whatever happened to "strictly business" where is presently all these people acting out and pouncing their personas upon one.

I've got to get focused and handle some certain technique.

Customer service has become atrocious - we all know that.
Frankly, I see it as fundamentally a staffing problem...
an unfortunate cutting to the chase, if you will.

Clearing mine own mind, I do my pictures.


Now I can review.

Save Your Money

Good to see the boxes getting recycled.
Used to have a parakeet myself. Caught chill.

No Make Cut

So tired; too tired to make more of anything than what is. Here.
Not quite there for hang in show. Ah, yes... we mentioned that.

Aiysha, dearie, old duckie. Don't say nothing about the hand.
Just don't do family laundry - else you do the tablecloths too.

What Pressure?

Will have to finish statement later.
About reading Time-Life color plate historical texts.
Several years ago. Not relevant until you need the need.

Nothing like having little shits look down their noses at Himself.

Of Happy Memory

Just had occasion to recall splendid film.
Especially Maxwell describing anatomical features in the Pacific.

Until that time, much to study and settle with careerists.
Not good enough for chaplaincy, I'll have to finesse travail.

Sick and tired too of dealing with idiosyncratics...
the country's going to hell in a hand basket for foolishness.