Slow down

What a month it's been so far. Katrina, gas prices, Sept. 11th and the war- so many topics to rant on, stupid fingers can't keep up. I'm all out of steam at the moment though and without the proper pressure it just sounds like whining anyhow. Long days on the job spent smoldering without punching my bull-moose woman of a boss will do that. Stupid conscience... Jesse called and said his little son would be born tomorrow, so that's good news. My little sister is about ready to pop; in fact, the doctors are nervous since she's past due. I heard that Jeff finally recieved his kidney transplant, but I don't have his phone number to call! One should recieve at least a phone call for such an occasion, email doesn't cut it. I told this girl at work today that I like her. And doing so didn't kill me. Or her for that matter; she smiled a lot. I turn twenty-nine soon. There's nothing I can do about that so it doesn't bother me, not like it used to. In fact, here's hoping I make it to thirty with all my parts intact! I wonder though, what if this is my mid-life? What if I've already had it? Where'd the time go? Who cares? But while I'm in this state of mind, I might as well go nuts, get a fat Harley hog with sissy bars on Credit, some ass-less leather chaps, and a huge tatoo endorsing a Willie Nelson presidency in '08 right in the middle of my pale, hairy belly for all the world to see when I'm slow cruisin' south bound I-35.

Yeah, that'd be cool.