...or, at least, still hooked up to life support and smiling after the morphine injections. Yes, I'm in a GEAT mood today. I've had one piece of bad news after another the last couple of weeks and I still don't feel like writing about it here. (That's why I write it on blogs that pay me, instead. See how my mad little mind works?)But at least I thought I could get one very small dream to materialize into reality.
Now, the big dreams (getting a horse, enjoying a torrid relationship with Peter Gabriel, world peace through marijuana ice cream) have been packed away in the toy chest a long ling time ago. In my thirties, I've learned to dream a lot smaller. As the old bumper sticker goes: "When all else fails -- lower your expectations."
But I thought at least this dream would happen.
The dream that I could find all of my ghostwritten online articles and have them nicely organized into an electronic portfolio (accompanied by Peter Gabriel images). I passed the 1000th article ages ago and haven't a clue as to how many are out there. I give up. I'll hunt these articles down when I darn well feeel like it.
Hey, I copuld be complaining about the current ugly presidential election race. Which would you prefer to read?
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Peace be with the moderator, as well as the reader.(if this message is not censored :-)
The time has come. Now is your time of testing.
I am here to bring judgment to the living and the dead. The harvest is ripe. Pass this on to fellow believers.
The Faithful Witness
Duke
Thanks for the laugh, Duke. I needed it.
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