The Perfect Machine

Ok here we go. Thunder and Lightning outside, I was awakened by the storm at 1:30am, and I couldn’t fall back asleep. Maybe the Guardians win yesterday pushed me into hypomania, could be. Shit like that can happen.

First thing to go is sleep. I end up bouncing in my seat like a middle school shlub with a rock-hard woody in gym class.

I might not need sleep for 2 or 3 days, or at least not much. And believe me, I am a demi-god in that state. I can do anything.

I don’t think so though. I’m fine. I just might have to switch to third shift for a while. I prefer that actually; I like the night. No traffic, no noise, no car exhaust.

So, we’ll see, won’t we? I don’t have a choice in the matter.

Today is Sunday, and this is my first blog post directly to my website, without first writing it in LiveJournal. Yeah, I know I know, its’ older than dirt, and now owned by the Russians. It’s hard to break old habits.

But here I am and I’m going to try.

If you are wondering just who the fuck I am, I cannot at least at this point toot my own horn. I can’t distill my essence into a few lines and symbols. Just know that I am a very well-kept secret.

You’ll figure it out as time moves on and you get to know me. This is just the beginning of a great adventure, to quote Lou Reed. I have blogs, private up to this point, from 2009 to the present. I will wade through them and copy and paste this thing into some semblance of a narrative.

There are adventures. There are quirky characters, including your humble narrator. There is a love story. There are a lot of drugs, at least at first.

A lot of politics, of the left-wing sort. A lot of opinion, up to this point only blabbed to friends on various online resources.

Oh, what lucky people you are!

You are here at the beginning.