Sometimes on my ride home from work, I’ll sit, without headphones, just staring into the abyss. My mind racing, and a giggle will usually escape my mouth. The only reason why is because when I think of my mind racing, I don’t think of a NASCAR event, nor do I think of chaos. My mind is like those money machines that you stand in, with a furious fan blowing dollar bills everywhere, damn near impossible to get any money. Money would of course represent my thoughts. If every thought in my mind were a dollar bill, Mr. Gates would be put to shame unfortunately.
So here I am, sitting in my own little money machine, grabbing at everything, only to come back empty handed. Somedays it feels like the fan is blowing on low, and on those days it’s easy to organize my thoughts, Other days it’s like those damn swamp boats going full speed.
Goofy thoughts I know. Only way I know how to describe it.
Today, today I was only to get a few bucks from my money machine.
The rockies. Wow. I’m not sure what else I can say about the Rockies, how alive this town is for Rocktober time. Unbelievable.
Believe it or not I’ve been doing very well getting to bed early, getting to work at a halfway decent time. It feels good to be responsible for a change, or at least sudo responsible.
I am however getting sleepy. I need to get to bed, I know, it’s only 10:30, but ever since I’ve been back from Houston I’ve been going to bed on time.
As for my helikat. LOL. I love it. Laughter really is the best medicine to life ….
Night All,
-kc
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