Here sits I in comfy chair with no desire to toil over a myriad of artificial stars. Keyboard rests in lap and fingers nimbly type gibberish. Fax is squealing, whiny silicon monster. Exit sign glares red but go outside I cannot. Contract binds, so hours are already spent. Currency exchanges hands but sure of it's worth I am not. Money used to buy happiness but now all it buys is junk. Junk begets more junk and soon I have no life of my own. I am a curator in a museum of my past life. Polish my junk and wait for ownership. Spend money paying for money I have already spent. Projects come and go but none are inspiring. Drink milk, but body good it does not. Yoda grammar mastery has mastered me, quit will I, hmm, yes... hehehe.
Hey, I'm all old now. I turned 23 on the 20th. Everyone who reads this page already knows that, but that's okay. You also know that I was in Texas for two weeks recently; I got back about a week er two ago. I have all my stuff now -- got my books and trinkets and guitar and lotsa other garbage. My possessions are no longer spread across a thousand miles and my soul is finally at peace... n stuff. Well, mostly anyway. Just so's you know, I'm working on making my page completely database driven right now -- it's getting there. I have to put all my links and news and other junk into my database and I've got the program to spit it all back out mostly done. To you, the end user, there will be pretty much no change whatsoever as far as appearances go, but I think it'll be neat. I have lots of interesting ideas and features that I will be adding in the near future (within five or ten years)...