romanticizing

Damn, I suck at posting these days. I wrote this dull, dreary post yesterday but then decided not drag you into the dull depths of my girly crabbiness. You are very welcome. Is it Friday yet? I want it to be Friday. And yet I don't because the weekend means that I am just that much closer to school and winter and all that horrendous crap that keeps me from being the joy filled person that I aim to be. I am not exactly succeeding right now either, but it's nice to be able to blame it on the bitter chills and loads of work instead of the fact that I'm just searching for that stupid thing we call "meaning." I know, "meaning" is a silly thing to be looking for... it's such a silly human concept. So whatever...

Have you heard the call of the cycadas this year? Isn't it glorious when you can sit outside in the heat, on a porch, with a drink and a smoke and listen to that beautiful mating music. It's awfully romantic if you ask me. Then again, I can romanticize most things. For instance, right now I'm thinking about how I'm going to hop on my bike in the last humid, heat of the summer and ride by myself towards the lakes. After my body is worn, I will return home and grill something up -- probably habanero brats and sweet potatoes. I will pour a pineapple rum drink of some sort and I will sweat on the porch and listen to the cycadas for probably the last time this summer. Ridiculously romantic.

After that, I will continue reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe. Have you read it? I've been meaning to for quite some time. So far, so good. I will be taking a towel with me at all times from this point forward. Last week I read a short, murder mystery novel. That is typically not my speed but it was fun ripping through it and feeling entertained. I feel like I'm getting smarter already.

Did I mention that I passed my comprehensive massage therapy exam. It was close but I am done with that. What a relief. Now I just need some clients who won't cancel on me at the last minute. My rates are $60/hr or $80/90 minutes if you come to my place. Add $15 and I'll come to you. Spread the word.

Well, it's about that time for me to head out and begin the night as I outlined it. I hear it's hot out there. Perfect.