Concerning Hobbits

I rather like this slow Friday at the shop. After a fantastic (but tiring) week, it is a nice breather to catch. Sure I have to be doing work much of the time, but it isnt exactly strenuous.

Y'know ... life has this peculiar way of left-fielding stuff, changing the landscape of life completely at random. It has been fun (if ill-advised) hanging out til moronic hours of the morning with people that, while part of the Inner Circle, I never would have imagined us just sitting in a circle talking til 3-330 two nights in a row. While the lack of sleep is unfortunate, it has been sorta refreshing.

Also extremely refreshing is another road the Lord is leading me down ... it is sort of scary, but I like it.

To one friend I would like to apologize. You know who you are. I have been too harsh, too quick to anger with you. I may feel like you are doing stupid stuff, and I dont feel bad about saying so, but my methods could be far better. I apologize for you feeling like an outsider, many of us have been trying our hardest to make you still feel welcome. I hope that you at least know and recognize the effort, even if we have failed.

Yep. Slightly frustrating, but things are not bad at all. :)

In conclusion, I hate Mondays

Today is Tuesday. I did not, in fact, hate yesterday. I had a rather good day actually. When you think about it in terms of wearing socks, that actually makes perfect sense. TODAY I am not terribly fond of. In fact ... I could prank it to death with a large fish and feel quite daisily about it.

You heard me. Daisily is the truest form of flattery.

Hunger is like a cardboard box; you never really know when the fire is going to start.

I am not 100% certain I am comfortable with some events as they develop. They remind me a bit of chariots, and we all know from Gladiator that chariots hurt. Members of an inner circle be perplexing to watch circle each other. As long as they are both peons and not lions, however, the toast might be perfectly frenched. But should ferocity and frenchness be an issue that steers the snowplow, then the waterlogged pancakes that result could cause problems for the weather over the next 7 days. Back to you, Bob.

To open, I would just like to say I'm sorry, I'm hungry, and thank you for the letter "platypus."

You all make me sad

Fine, I have a frikkin blogthingy again. w00t.