Non regrettien

Here I am...again. Can't find it in me to blog anymore. I am always running around or sleeping or just too laid back to start writing. This is a good thing. Blogging (for me) is like the northern bypass of my personal descent into madness. Sometimes, when I let go, I fall all the way and recovery is difficult. I have to realign myself to this dimension and it's three axes as well as rent and diesel and work and Umeme and NWSC and the house girl (who is extremely mysterious btw). She seems to slink all over the place. You look up and there she is, walking on the ceiling. STOP! Look again and she's disappeared. Feels like the Damien Thorn's* nanny :-( Nuff about her.

{RHYMING INTERLUDE}
I am sitting up,
I should be working,
I am making the sounds,
Looking the part,
but I am not working,
I am blogging,
This is my poem,
The only thing I know,
for sure is it's rubbish,
but I don't care,
coz it's my rubbish,
and as they say, the fools,
don't wash your dirty,
linen in public,
and to them I reply,
Look here foolish ones,
I live on the street,
where else am I going to,
wash this linen but here!
{END INTERLUDE}

Kindly disregard lines 11-19 (don't bother counting the lines, I know I didn't) I feel like I was discussing something really serious when I digressed. I seem to have reached an impasse in my life. I do the same stuff everyday...get to town, drive around town, hang around town, talk to brown (chalk 1 for rhyme), noun (chalk 2 for rhyme). Paragraph abandoned.

Aah, fresh start, new paragraph, a cool breeze spurring this blogger onto some really great writing. Oh shit, it's bedtime. I must bid myself adieu, because I have to recharge the AAA batteries in my head.

P.S
I just went through every Star trek novel any fool ever wrote...after a marathon of all the Star wars novels (and novellas and poems) ever written. Ask me something, I dare ye.

P.p.s
I know you are thinking I should go to bed now. Perhaps I should. I think I have to be up tomorrow morning. This is my blog so if I sing about myself every third word, it's MY bidness. Bye bye I