Midnight Confessions — My Thoughts This Week.

Midnight Confessions — My Thoughts This Week.

Friday morning, seven hours before dawn. Two Days To Go!

A Week?

The week started on Sunday November 13, 2022. Like most weeks, this week was made of coffee, cigarettes, and music. There was a meal everyday of the week, so far at least, I have had something to eat. As a matter of fact, I sent myself an email this evening, about the need to cut the peanut butter and milkshakes from my diet. Seems, I’ve put on twenty pounds.

Today, no doubt my Mums must have thought I was loosing my mind. We were in the Starbucks drive thru, and I started quoting Taylor Swift lyrics from Anti-Hero to the barista. About then, I think everyone was loosing it. I’m very bored, and have been exercising my freedom of speech. Doesn’t seem to matter, they only want a warm sack of poo. I’ve been there, done that. The last year, has been nothing but laying on the sofa.

Journals

Made eight entries in my journals this week. And, only wrote one article on Medium this week. I feel like I’m missing out. No friends, no job, no girlfriend. I don’t watch the TV; however, I’m not missing anything there. There is music to listen to.

I’m a bored puppy. I feel like a bored puppy. They forbid chewing their shoes up. Wouldn’t want to wind up in the dog pound. Seems, no one would want to bring me home. I’m trying to show some love. Yet, this world, seems like love and kindness are being shown no respect. People should wise up; and start showing some.

Most years, I write a million words in my journals. This year, has been just terrible. I’ve only written 439,169 words this year. A far cry from a million words. And I’ve been talking about writing a million words on medium in the next year; however, that is only if I can stay on topic, and pick 365 topics.

Perl Work

Worked out the calculations between two points. Those points being the epoch for 1970 and 2038. Seems, 52.91 years have passed since the epoch in 1970. And, there is 15.39 years until the epoch in 2038. However, I wasn’t happy just calculating the number of years. No, I had to calculate the number of months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds. I think it is close enough for my needs. Should you be bored, you should check my math. Someone needs to make sure they all add up. I think they do. Close enough at least. But really, who cares?

The world will end, in 5,540 days. I’ve spent some time, thinking about how I want to spend the next 15 years of my life. What I do know, is that quality of life, really matters to me. I want the best I can get, with some fun, and real freedom. I want to be productive, and creative. If I have to live for another fifteen years, I want to make good use of the time. Really!!!!

Two Days To Go

I promise not to chew anyone’s shoes up. That doesn’t mean I might not take a poo, but at least I won’t chew anyone’s shoes up. No plans of being a naughty puppy. Yet, have to leave the peanut butter alone. I think, I’m addicted to it. Here it is, midnight, and I want a big spoonful. It is bad enough I’m drinking five or six Sprite a day. I’m trying to be good. They say a person should drink enough water. How much water is in sprite? Maybe, not enough. I should drink some water.

This week, isn’t over with yet. Yet, with only two days remaining, I wonder if there is anyone rooting for me? Seems the stands on my side, are empty. Is anyone here? Is anyone reading this? I feel like a zombie writing for ghosts. How Quaint. Maybe, I am writing for future generations that are yet to come, and I will be long gone to dust. Maybe, they will remember my name? One can hope!

Maybe, someday I will come back, and live like a mortal among them. Want to walk this world, and have some fun. Really, quality of life matters a lot. If you don’t have your health, you really don’t have much. Looking for some new wet wear. Maybe someday, right now; I have to figure out how to make this body work for another 15 years, and make my life worth living. Should have joined club 27. Far too late for that. Because like, I’m 48.

Don’t believe I’ve made it this far. Sometimes, the ground just feels like its going to fall out from under my feet. Hoping for some good times. Maybe I will bounce well?

They say, “No one makes the first jump.” Maybe I will land on the bounce, and surprise everyone. That would be good to take them by surprise. LoL!