Here comes the sun. My eyes, my eyes, my eyes!

I'm not sure, but I don't think I slept at all last night, which happens every couple of weeks.

Ummmm, am I still here?

Ok, just checking.

I think my mind is playing tricks on me.

It's ok though, we're friends, and uh, oh look, ladies and gentlemen it's 60s/70s, British/French, sex symbol Baby Jane Birkin.

This is way too hard, and I don't mean in a good way.

It's obvious I haven't found my groove yet.

But wait, just you wait, one of these days I'm going to make your head explode from a what the fuck did he just write moment, unless, yeah, unless ...

Sometimes I get lost, but I usually wind up getting found, and other crappy titles that I have written.

Man, it's like a quarter after twelve and I can't keep my eyes open.

And I wish I could sing, or talk without stuttering when I have something important to say.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

Or maybe this wasn't an idea at all.

Or maybe.

Or maybe not.

Do you see what I mean?

Yeah, this could be more difficult than I expected.

I got a cat.

So, ok, I got a cat about a year and a half ago because the gold fish kept dying and the parakeets were exceptionally boring.

And he's a good cat.

And he calls me Kenny.

And I call him Boo.

And he likes to sleep about twenty hours a day.

And he likes to sleep on my head about two hours a day.

And sometimes I let him.

And son of a bitch if I turn this into a cat blog.

And I'm not.

And I mean it.

And I just wanted to let you know I had a cat in case you see a cat hair or two somewhere between the two ns in the ennui of the grand ennui.

One more time.

Ok, so, blogger has an iPad app, so I guess ill give it a try, because I'm all about trying, and you never know what's going to happen, am I right? You know I'm right, so, here I am, at least for today.