TIRED

Sometimes I'm so tired
So tired
Life always has something for you to do
Things you don't want to do
But have to
Sometimes I'm so tired
I just want to lay down
Until I'm tired of laying down
But there's almost never time for that
Always something to do
But I still don't get everything done
Sometimes important things don't get done
Then I feel like a failure
I don't like feeling like a failure
I've had enough of that in my lifetime
Feeling like a failure
Feeling useless
and worthless
But there's so much to do
All of the time
And I can't get it all done
Don't want to
Just want to rest
But there's not enough time
So I feel like a failure
Sometimes I'm so tired

WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY?

Nothing, I guess........................

.............naw! I gotta say sumthin'! But I've got nothing humorous or insightful to say.

Yeah, I know. "That's never stopped you before, Ric!"

Ok. True enough.

Anyway. Let's see now....Bad day today. Spent my whole day running errands and doing stuff other than what I needed or wanted to do. I mean, it's ok in a way. Some of my griping is just due to my self-centeredness. Some of it is legitimate though. I am carrying 13 credit hours in five classes this semester, and I do have homework to do. I got to do none of it. I got a GPA to maintain, nawm sayin?

But, you know, when you have a wife and kids that you love, sometimes you gotta bite the bullet for them. So I bit today. But I'm doing some homework tomorrow!

Told you I had nothing to say.

Who am I talking to? Nobody's reading this thing!

Hey! Years from now, when future societies stumble across this in cyberspace, they'll say, "Fascinating!" Then my blood, sweat and tears will be validated!

ORAL SEX

Another desperate ploy to get someone to look at this blog.

Hey! I'm listening to Jimi. You know? James Marshall Hendrix. Jimi Hendrix?

"Red House" Great song!

It's playing "Fire" now. Another snappy ditty. I used to play that in a band that I was in. It was fun to play, I must say.

Anyway, as you've probably figured out by now, there's no "oral sex" happening here. Just the sad ramblings of an aging, ex-musician turned family man, desperately trying to find something meaningful to do with his life.

Actually, I've found something meaningful. I am raising three children. There's meaning to that. There's probably little or nothing more meaningful. But, I mean, my ego demands that I leave a mark in a more ostentatious manner, and I must answer to its ravenous needs!

You understand don't you? Help me, please! Help me satisfy my ego!

LIVE SEX!!!

Sorry, I've probably deceived you.

I'm just trying to get someone to look at my lowly blog site.

You know, you're googling, hoping to find some titillating fare on the net and you wind up here. You go, "What the...?" But you go ahead and read a little anyway - why not? - and you find it mildly amusing, or a at least a non-toxic way to wile away a little time. You tell a friend and he/she (that's he or she, though you can tell transvestites if you want. I don't discriminate.), they tell a friend, etc. You know how the commercial went.

The point is, maybe I can get somebody to look at this thing, even though I haven't figured out how to get all the bells and whistles on here yet.

Damn competitive society!

I THOUGHT THAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SIMPLE!

I'm looking at some of these other blogs, and I'm thinking, "Damn!"

I mean, I've got my little entries, the color green - that's about it. I can't even figure out how to get a frigging picture on here! Meanwhile, other people have explosions, live videos, interactive cybernetic simulated sex, and all kinds of crapola on theirs! How am I supposed to compete with mere words?

No wonder no one is checking this out! I need some snuff films or live bestiality shows, or something on here!

MY WIFE'S MAD AT ME

I said I wasn't going to write about my family, but...

My wife is mad at me because I didn't want to look at the floor that she wants to get for one of the rooms that she is decorating. She goes to this home decorating site and shows me this floor.

I say, "That's nice."

It was, I just couldn't get excited about it at the time.

I told her, "I'm trying to be creative dear."

She didn't care. She wanted me to share her excitement.

Oh well.

EMOTIONS

Emotions are tricky. I don't know about youze guys, but mine can change in the blink of an eye, and I often have no idea why. I have to search my consciousness to see if I can determine what triggered what appears to be a sudden mood-change (usually from good to bad) out of the blue.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a total nutcase. (Am I?) I usually am very aware of what has affected my mood. It's usually pretty obvious. But, sometimes it's just not so easy to ascertain.

"For instance?" you say? Ok. For instance: I'm at the friendly neighborhood gas station. I go to pay for something and by the time I make it back to my trusty vehicle, my mood has taken a decidedly bad turn. Hmmm? What's wrong with me? I sit in my minivan and give it some thought, scouring my consciousness for clues. Ah-ha! It's my wallet, or rather, the contents of my wallet. Not nearly enough greenbacks in there. That's what did it! Being poor!

Yeah. Money, or lack thereof, is often the source of my less ebullient feelings. Running a close second is my kids. But I told myself I'm going to pretty much keep mi familia outta this. So I won't go on, except to say that I am trying to stay out of jail as a consequence of the antics of my teenage son. Karma, I guess. Somewhere my parents (may they RIP) are doubled-over, barely able to breath, as they try to somewhat contain their mirth at my current life situation.

Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yeah. Emotions. Damn emotions! They're gonna be the death of me if I"m not careful.

You?

AM I JUST STUPID OR WHAT?!

I've been trying to get a picture on this damn thing and, maybe it's just because it's late and I'm tired, but I can't figure it out to save my life!

Well, my life doesn't actually hang in the balance, but I have really tried and....

Forget it. It's probably best to remain anonymous right not anyway.

Kind of an inauspicious start to my blogging career. Oh well.

GIVING IT A TRY

I've thought about blogging before. I figure, what the hell?

Don't know if I've got anything particularly interesting to say. We'll see. I don't even know if anyone will really be checking this thing.

I've got a few ideas about what I want to do with this. I'm a writer, of sorts, and I'm thinking about posting some of my short stories. Gotta look into security first though. Don't want anybody copping my words or ideas. That is, if anyone felt they were worth copping.

Anyhoo, this post is pretty much a test. More later, when I have something halfway worthwhile to say.