The problem with most people, like me, without job/income/security/value/whatever is that we need to find something of worthwhile to do. So I resort to blogging.
Because my mind is filled with constant thoughts/streams of consciousness, I would rudely request my unrecorded dreams/rants to be recorded somewhere, say, my Akashic records, if any.
I’m up late past midnight again because I messed up my sleeping pattern from taking mid-afternoons naps during the beautiful weather we’ve been having lately.
The weekend was nice! Yesterday’s chemtrails parallel to the east hills didn’t deter my efforts to wipe the skies cleans with my spiritual fluffy, puffy terry cloth of white.
But since I took an anti-histamine before church in the hopes controlling allergy symptoms of post nasal drips and coughing during the sermon, I napped good, giving me enough energy to blog this late.
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