Is

I love the word is.

It just IS.

Let me begin by describing my Sunday-so far-to myself...

Boring. Unexpectedly hot. And lousy.

How's THAT for cheerful?

Now I know that being positive really helps. But what to do when one is surrounded by things that drag and nag and... Aughh... Whatever.

I feel like an afternoon siesta. But they expired long ago. I don't know, I'm just not feeling the vibe today... Kinda like a storm brewing. The stillness, I mean. It reminds me of the ominously sultry weather right before a big mother of a blowout.

Philosophically speaking, I might as well go to sleep and perchance to dream, wake up in a different realm of the obvious.

Or I could keep pounding the crap out of my keyboard and let go of all reservations... Just kinda like... Resign myself to whatever's happening.

Hey maybe nothing at all is happening and I'm just lending existence a bit of an overrated character. Take it easy. Simplicity is the watchword.

Carnage.

Something about the day makes me want to turn inside myself and shiver deep down to my bones. Have a good dose of the shakes, as it were.

Could I have some hiccups over here please?