Flying Towards Rapture

And yet it's I who has been captured.  What are your expectations?  I read an interesting point about Roger Ebert the other day.  He was a lifelong athiest and skeptic, but after enduring many painful medical procedures, he was on his deathbed and started saying strange things to his wife.  She thought he was hallucinating because of the amount of medication he was on, but apparently he wrote down "this is all an elaborate hoax".  That's pretty awesome.  I wonder what he could have meant.  Perhaps the truth was made clear to him towards the end. The rest of us aren't in on it. 

I'm in a strange mood today.  I'm still injured so I can't do anything.  Decided to sleep a bit early last night and sleep in this morning.  For some reason I still feel more tired than usual.  That's when you know you're getting older, when sleep doesn't really feel restful or relaxing anymore.  I guess that's the struggle as we all try to cling on to life.  It sort of feels like I'm still sleeping, and everything now is a dream.  This is not reality.  Everything has an air of fakeness about it.  Altered perceptions, altered realities. 

Got in some great guitar last night, things are slowly improving on that front.  I need to write some more new ideas and finish some old ones. 

It's great to finish a huge project!  It's a relief cause it was a massive time killer.  At least I can devote time tomorrow for writing some blog stuff.  Tomorrow is my last day of work for a while and I'm looking forward to it.

Just a book and a couch.  That's all I want.  I really think I've exhausted most ideas for posting on here.  Well until I start using blognotes again to keep track of my memories and thoughts when I want to say something good.  But as I've said before, that's ok since I won't be blogging for a couple of months later in the year as I go over old posts and attempt to make some tags. 

But for now?  Definitely all out of ideas.

Joaquin out.