A Whole lot of Nothing About Nothing.

I had thought about writing. I even started something about our trip to someplace up in LA.

But I really don’t feel like writing.

Of course, I would write about starving children I never met or saw before in some poor country I have never been to, or have a desire to go. But I think I made my point abundantly clear.

You sleep in the bed you made for yourself. If you don’t like the bed, then why settle for it when you can change it?

Anyway, fuck it.

I found out a friend that I had when I was a kid is married now. I wonder how he is doing. Has his life changed any? I hope things have gotten a lot easier for him. I hope his parents are proud of him. I also hope his brother will follow suite soon. I care about them both and would hate so see something bad happen to them, even if I don’t get the chance to hang out with them.

I have to go to work. . . I am tired of writing now. . . Now I get to go do something I don’t want to do either . . . but, I get a pay check for it.

Before I go. . .

Blizzcon, I am on my way.