13 minutes rant blog

Lately, I've been suffering from sleepless nights. It's so warm everywhere, it's so damp everywhere, no matter what you do, you end up feeling sticky and gross. It keeps me from sleeping. For some reason it makes me want to roll around in my bed and stretch and flex my muscles all the time, which results in more friction and heat. Yuck! And when I do fall asleep, I tend to wake up to musquito stings around 4 am, slapping and scratching away. I'm not sleepy enough to fall asleep right away after the slapping, scratching and hiding, but I'm not awake and fresh enough to get up and start the day early. Result is me waking up late and arriving at work late. Yuck!

As of now, I'm still sweating a swimmingpool. I'm wishing to be home on my couch, out of the sun, not moving too much. Just leave me alone. You don't want to be too near to me anyway, cause I smell like stickyness and too much sun. When I get home this evening, I'll have diner and then die in front of the tv or on my bed with the music on. Hopefully, in the meantime the skies will clear and/or drop some rain to cool things down. That would be cool.

This is my 13 minutes rant. I have 4 minutes left before having to get back to working and join in a meeting. It's a good thing I signed up for it, but the though of the dampness inside the square makes me gasp for air already.
Three minutes left. I've got a printed version before me, though it's the old version. That's okay, I'm just not willing to sacrifice another tree or man to the sun. That's not my style.
1 minute and time to post.

I Noticed Some Patterns

I looked around the office this afternoon and noticed how dull it is. And then I'm sitting in a smaller space; the bigger space is even worse. I also noticed that, people who spend too much time in these spaces, start looking like how intelligent the walls look, with drool dripping lips and all. I am stuck there too, so now I busy myself with trying to look smart while I type away stupid little blogs like these.

Today I took another look at one of the forums I frequent. I know that when I'm bored, with or without my work, I start posting compulsively. I came across this message of someone who was completely oblivious to the exsistence of JTM-fanfiction, let alone JTM slash fanfiction. That, in itself, was ok, but the reactions it generated, not so much. It's weird how easy people make senseless assumptions. And since I was bored and annoyed, and slightly offended, I replied about that subject in three different topics, but within the same section.

I also took a listen to the latest JTM show. I noticed that JTM's bassist plays the same solo during every show, and that JTM doesn't try to variate either. It used to be different. When the world was still small and settled in the front garden of San Diego, JTM would play often, and often not the same as the show from one evening ago, or like the evening a week ago. Even his pattern has got stuck into the same old trick. Just as dull as my office walls.

I hardly dare to check out outside. It's been rainy all day. It feels like autumn in summer. It glooms even harder than the walls or JTM's shows. If only it was one day, like one evening of JTM, it wouldn't be that bad. But both seem to be on repeat, not shuffle.

I love the occasional flower blooming out of nothing and then dying just as quickly as soon the rain sets in again and drowns all that's too low to the ground.

I don't wanna do the same dance again. I don't wanna sing the same song again, or drive the same old road to work again. I don't wanna do again, but I keep falling back into patterns. I'm just as stuck as walls, or JTM's shows, or the weather.