Caught up on tickets.  Back from lunch a bit ago…. More notes, diving further into this MSP story, like an explorer having nothing but curiosity.  Not even any set goal or objective, just question marks.

Walking on stage with no speech prepared, I would always prefer that over some fucking script.  The whim, chance, quick spark or flash, no blueprint.  It’s not needed.

Leading myself in another act, angle, brushstroke set.  Small project giving me some pushback, I must be doing something wrong.  Trying to wipe the laptop Nurse gave me.  Hmmm…. What am I using it for?  Something for the blog, BDX and its many webs and Roads.

The Road has to be the metaphor dominant here, the steerer, captain, prominent pillar.

Feeling all the feels today, as they say.  “As kids today say,” as some say.  I still feel like a fucking kid, if you want the truth. And of course, people will have comments, but my cares are gone.  They flew away, to a higher fire where frivolous concerns burn.

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16:17, day closing.  Side project almost done.  I get frustrated with myself when I spend too much time on some shit.