5-minute stream-of-consciousness good-to-be-alive blog (cause Dreamland Cemetery is closing in 10 minutes and I don’t want to spend the night)

Yes it is.  Good to be alive, that is.  Even without any sex for ages.  Sex for the Ages?  Now there’s a notion for ya. 

I just ran 5.  Encountered a cute girl with a wagging pony-tail running the other way.   That’s my story.  Oh yes, she waved.  That’s my thrill for the day.

It’s getting dark out here already.  So much so that if I stare at the laptop monitor too long I’ll ruin my night vision.  Then I’ll be unable to see things sneaking up on me.  Don’t even try.

So this is about done.  Now I have to conjure up the internet via cellphone broadband and post. 

See: I, too, can write banal posts!  There’s hope for the least of you.  (No, I didn’t mean you specifically—him or her of course.

Ever wonder why no one else can fathom the mysterious depth and expanse of your most precious desires?  Me too.  That makes all of us.