Okay, so I took a little time away from blogging and writing to give my fried brain a rest, trouble is my little rest only lasted for five whole days and nights away from here before I figured out that the Stream wasn’t the problem after all. I took five whole days and nights no writing, no blogging of any kind no nothing except working the job and eating and sleeping. and what did I learn from it? That I need this place, to vent and purge, to create words from nothingness to reflect what works for me and doesn’t in the world. This is my release, my place to scream about injustice or happiness or sadness, or whatever else I may choose, if I get tired I can rest if I want to, and after a couple of days I am right as rain as they say. So if the words don’t come so easy so be it, then maybe the words need a break,
And when the words get tired there’s always Saturday nights. Last night made me realize that I really do need to be here, there are people here that I really enjoy, and some that I don’t. I thought about this after I logged out last night, and I realized that I don’t need to agonize over everything, All I need to do let things find their own path and simply coax them along every now and then. So I guess that’s that, in closing I’m reminded of what a very wise woman told me just last night, Ya know I’m not really sure how it applies to blogging or writing but I suspect its just like she said… one day its chicken, and the next.. Feathers…

Laters..

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I have been putting this off for awhile now, but I don’t think that I can anymore. I think part of the problem is that I love it here so much, it almost seems like a surrogate family of sorts. that’s what makes even attempting this hard, but I need to at least give it an honest effort. I love to write, I always have, every since I was a child. Even when what I choose to write is a work of pure fiction, there is a very significant part of me that goes into each and every word. But lately the words don’t want to come, no matter how hard I try the ideas always fall short of my own expectations of them.
Now don’t get excited. There is nothing wrong with me, except this odd feeling of brain fatigue that I can’t explain. I just need to try to take a break from this for awhile. I don’t know if I can, but I do know that I at least have to try. No. I don’t need attention, and I don’t need a hug, I’m Fine. I just need a break. It may only be a day, it may be a week or two. I don’t know for certain. But I won’t de-activate, Nothing is going to disappear but me, if only for a little while. So I will leave you now my friends, With a few of my favorite things, a few choice words if you will.
Though My pen falls silent,
My thoughts still live..
The words now rest..
I will be thinking of you, and will see you all very soon.

All of my love and prayers.

Your friend Always
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Its Monday Night!! yaaaaay!! Halleluiah Brothers and Sisters! I made it through another one!! Let me kick up my heels.. put on some tunes! eat some dinner... enjoy the company of my blog buddies.. I am home safe and Sound and:

I didn't kill anybody today.

I didn't kill myself today.

I didn't pull all of my hair out because I had to deal with idiots.

Everyone at work pulled their own weight.

I didn't have any inappropriate bodily functions in front of any women.
(Farting and Burping.)

I was in a good mood all day. (Mostly.)

nobody's dog died

Nobodys kid ran away from home to join a cult.

If I sat here long enough, I could probably think of a few more better ones, but its monday still for a few more hours anyway. so I don't want to push my luck. Time to go surfin.. later on my buds.

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I actually made to bed at a pretty decent hour last night, my mind wasn’t jumping around thinking about all kinds of crazy stuff, that usually filters through it on Saturday nights when I’m sitting here with too much time to think. Last night was my second full attempt at Saturday Night Blog Fever as its called, and much like the first time I did it, I had a lot of fun, but it also reminded me of how important music really is in its direct relationship with life. Every time I would Post a new song I would go blog hopping to see if there was anything going on, The part that would stand out for me is when you would see someone Comment “I haven’t heard that song in years! Man that sure brings back memories.” Music does that to people, a particular song, or a line from a song, something that immediately throws your memory into recall. That was some idea Bella had there, and it isn’t all that unreasonable to want to see this little idea grow more each weekend, I know that I am going to do my part to see that this infection spreads. So this morning I’m sitting here, drinking coffee doing the weekly laundry, and looking out the window at the cloud covered sky waiting on the sun. But I’m thinking about music, and people, I can’t wait until next Saturday.

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Okay, Okay, I know this is cheating and your not supposed to post music on two different blogs for Saturday Night Blog fever. but listen to the words and tell me it ain't worth it.. I mean C'mon! its Leonard Cohen!!