March 7, 2011

packing garbage bags and suitcases

dear invitational diary,

i got an invite from a reader in morocco to come and visit there. this invitation came after my post about nobody missing me if i did come up missing- so i decided- sure why not entertain the idea. dying in morocco is a very romantic scenario- one i could live with personally. i shall toss this around in my head like a salad and wonder about it like bread. no hurry- no rush- i do not have a crush. i just woke up again- it will be nice to finally get a full nights sleep for once. looking around the house here- nothing seems to be getting any less clutterful- and maria comes tomorrow already and i told her i would be ready to hit the walls with her. we still can, but working around all my shit is gunna be stupid. ima start by getting the four cases of aquafina put away tonight. that will be a tremendous help. then if i can get the tv cleared off of all the junk mail- and the piles of winter shit off the snakes cage lid- i'll be on the right track. i do not know how it even gets like this. i suppose 444 blog postings in 7 weeks could be one reason- but i doubt it.