Dancing in the moonlight.

[joegoda]

I think... I feel... it is time for a bonfire.

I'm excited and interested in all the doings of my friends. 'Specially since I don't have a thing going on. Just work and home. I guess I'm going to have to write Sid, so I can get past it. That particular story seems to be in the way of me doing any other writing, and there's November coming up. At least just a few chapters, anyway. Maybe that will clear the block.

Does any one else miss Capi? Hope she's doing well.

Monk's 100th case is on right now. I'm listening and watching while I write. I've decided that House has become as more an ass than he was when he started. I don't even think I like him any more.

I'm adjusting to my new specs. It's weird. My eyes actually look at the same thing at the same time, rather than just being left eye oriented. Makes the world just seem... odd. It's just... odd.

Anyway, I'm just babbling. I guess it's so I don't lose touch with the LJ folks. Hope your night is going well and those you love are nearby, or as nearby as they can be. I'm gonna go finish Monk.

Comments

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

I does! I like those big ol' marshmallows that flare up like meteors, and I prefer to roast them on a steek. A steek has a bit more old world charm than those metal fork thingies.

*sigh* A bonfire and a river. If only it was legal.

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

I miss bonfires on the beach, too. One of those things you get used to living near the ocean and miss when you move.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Beach? No... I mean back before there were carbon emmissions and legal restrictions about setting your neighbor on fire, my brothers and I used to go down to the crick and spend a happy weekend naked, dancing round the fire, sacrificing marshmallows and cans of baked beans to the woodland Gods. Kinda of like Lord of the Flies, without the pig.