My Floydian Slip profile...

As promised...

I know I've been mad, I've always been mad. My walls have grown around me at a very fast rate... bricks are all I touch and all I see... they're all my life will ever be.
My momentary lapses of reason are nothing to be afraid of... I'm just searching for signs of life when all I find is sorrow... there's a terminal frost all around me... I'm one of the few to land on their feet, but the money I make can't make ends meet. The machine tells me what to dream, and it knows where I've been, but my possible pasts make it difficult for a new machine to come into play. Yet another movie plays here... but it's all about us and them, and how my brain damage eclipses the sun, as does the walls around me.
The lights are on, but nobody's home.
If I could ever meet the piper, who dwells at the gates of dawn, he would probably tell me to take up my stethoscope and walk... only to find that this crazy diamond won't shine... even if he had a cigar.
He's in the flesh, comfortably numb, and waiting for the worms once again, even though his friends amongst the dogs of war, the pigs on the wing and several species of small furry animals who are gathered in a cave and grooving with a pict are outside my wall waiting for the final cut that will bring it down...
All in all, it's just another brick in my wall

Does the show have to go on, mother? I don't want to go on the thin ice... I'm learning to fly with two suns in the sunset, but I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide... goodbye blue sky.

I'm sorry that the time I had wasn't spent very well... I hide behind paranoid and petrified eyes along with my wall, so as not to give into murder and kaos. It's either me or him, that's my belief...
I don't know... I guess I'll hide behind the wall again... I'm dunroamin, dunlivin, duncarin... I need help to carry this stone... please, open your hearts... and bring me home... everybody got something he calls home... like my bunker here behind my wall...

But wait... what's this?

Maybe the tide is turning after all... the moment of clarity is at hand... I do recognise myself in every stranger's eyes...
Come behind my wall for a spell... but I have to warn you... there's no way out of here, when you come in, you're in for good.

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The Life of Pink
So last night was Childbirth Class. The highlight of the evening was the tour of the Women and Children's Medical Wing, or whatever it's called. We got to stay in one of the labor/delivery rooms. Nice, cozy, that'll be an interesting experience staying in there. What really freaked Colleen out was the fact that her name was up on the monitor! She thought it was an omen. (Actually, I figured it was the other young woman with her name who also visited the same OB office as we did. They usually got their files confused.)
We also grabbed a quick look at the post-partum room, where people will be allowed to visit after we get ourselves looking presentable. Then it was back to class.
We just sort of relaxed after getting home. We also learned a few hip-stretching exercises that night, and after those were done, C had said that her back had never felt better in the past few weeks. Okay, I now have some back remedies for her.
Tonight is Aikido. I have a feeling I'm going to need it.

Lunch: Hopefully they'll order from the right place today. I hate starting a list for a lunch order, for fear of choosing somewhere that no one else wants to go to.
Dinner will be... well, whatever's at home.

I've been feeling a little better as of late when it comes to rest. I do tend to drop out after working hours, though, but I can't afford to do that until, oh... Friday or so. To get me going in the morning, I do need breakfast, so I usually stop somewhere and get something. It was Dunkin Donuts this morning, one of their breakfast sandwiches. Not too bad, could be doing better though. Typically, I'd leave those types of breakfasts until Friday morning as sort of a “Yay, it's Friday” sort of thing.

Nice spring morning today. Didn't wear my usual jacket, just that nice heavy shirt-jacket I got for Christmas. It'll do for the day, I think. I'll step out every so often this afternoon, catch a little air. Helps to clear the mind and such. I decided to open the blinds a few days ago. My desk sits right at them, so in the morning, I have to wear the shades, as the sun will just stream right in, and it makes it hard to see. But it feels good to get some rays on me while I'm working.

Trying something new... writing the posts in OpenOffice, then I'll just cut and paste the HTML code into the update page. That should work okay. It'll have to do since I can't install Semagic here at work. *pout*
We'll see how it works out in the long run, of course.

C's Mom called and left a message from Jamaica last night while we were at class. C told her to have a few drinks in her honor, since C can't drink right now. Good thing we didn't go this year, eh? :) She'll be calling again tonight, which'll give C a nice break while I'm at Aikido.

I found several packages of the dark chocolate M&Ms. I grabbed five of them. I'm not sure if they're worth $1.25 a pack, but we'll soon see.

I'm in need of a Floyd fix, desperately. I emailed a request to WZLX for “Time”, so I hope I hear it soon, without the phone ringing.

At least I can use C's car tonight for transport to and from Aikido... got my Dick Marcinko books on tape in there... Nothing like hearing the old Rogue himself reading his works. He's a but stilted and such in the earlier tapes, but he gets much better later on. I should see if any of his stuff is available on CD.

Lunch update: ordered out from Ken's Cafe. BBQ chicken with cheese and bacon. Yum.

Just made a haircut appointment for Saturday morning. Had to run out to the car and look at the new phone book to get their number. Awesome day outside.


I don't have anything else
Nothing more to report
Carry on

-- pf
The Floydian Slip