and now am sort of gathering for battle as i see it - tomorrow.
i will expect peace, find peace, and then *BOOM*

the man will say something to make the glass house shatter. ahaaaa the superbiaaaaaa and yet i cannot leave it alone can i as i am not innocent.

so there you have it.


i need to find another job.

i've been fishing out and finishng up documents for sending out for stuff for teaching. i have the weekend i can work on that. there's not much else here of mine and can send to the cellar that isn't ready to go whne he wants to come paint.

so. sometimes i wish i lived in an unpainted wooden shack woodside. the bugs would bug me a bit and bite too but i'd love the smells and sounds.

~ waves ~