I'm feeling a little malaise this evening. I'm thinking it's due to what I call sneaky heat. The temperature is right, the humidity is low, and you sweat your ass off and get a little dehydrated because the sweat dries before it soaks your underwear. The cure is rest and sweet tea.
Anyway, back to not much to write: I was thinking about how I'm reaching that "I really don't give a shit; at least half the time." age and ruminating on the "I really don't give a shit anytime" age, which is approaching.
I plan on having fun with the approaching time in my life. I'm guessing I'll get away with most of it, but sooner or later, I'm thinking a little scotch, and the police may be involved. I'll blame it on trying to recapture my lost youth....probably will get away with it....and keep on planning on how far I can push the envelope without losing a wing.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.