He used to say, "If I didn't have a job to go to everyday, I'd have no trouble finding things to do with my time." Then, one day, he quit his job and set out to prove that. One week later he knew he had done that when he saw an email from a friend telling him about a seminar that could have had him drooling intellectually; he had already missed a previous such event, to which the same friend had alerted him. His reply marked the end of the honeymoon period of his "new life," as his friends called it:

i'd be very interested in this, but, seeing that this started 10 minutes ago and this fat bastard woke up only about half an hour ago, i'm gonna miss this one too, as i'm gonna miss todd solondz at the hfa this evening, as i'm gonna miss all of the ships that come in till ships become obsolete...

 

meanwhile, my bathrobe can't hold my blubber, and the entropy in my life - both physical and metaphysical - has me in constant Brownian motion in the fluid of my existence, such as it is...

 

thusly i waste last night's (early this morning's) profound conversation with The K on the recursiveness of happiness ("be happy by being happy")...hold on! i believe i've got it, i'm happy right now. must blog about this...after the gym, after the kitchen is clean, after i get on my ship...wheeeeee! i'm in pedesis again!

4:38:10 PM