Some of it may be that I’m currently unemployed, yet I realized a day ago that I am not even on the “books”. In other words, I’m not a statistic because I never was in a situation where I would be able to *file* for unemployment, nor am I the one who was in a high enough level of job to be considered “lost in the masses” of non-monetary crowds.

For those who might be reading this…you may notice that not all of my ramblings make sense. That’s kinda who and how I am. Not everything in life makes sense to me, so why would what I say make sense?

Yet, I am restless. I could sleep and even tried today, but my body was too much wrapped up in the energized thought that I had to accomplish something.

Today, I kinda accomplished something. I was able to install Yahoo Messenger 9 because of having the entire 14.9 MB in one file that I could transfer from my flash drive and then install on a computer that relies on getting to the internet via a dialup modem. I myself use a lot of time on the internet, but I do it when I am on a shared T1 line or somebody’s wireless when they aren’t aware of it.

There I go again. Flowing, but restless. As though I am in a race at the Downs and I’ve forgotten that it is against the rules to cut across the oval and slice through the halfway mark…and run down some reporters who thought they’d get the best photos by putting themselves in the middle of the race. I really don’t know where that came from, but I’m leaving it in there.