Divorce sucks.  I’ve never been accused of having a knack for overstating the obvious, but feel free.  Sling away.  1:58 AM - Alarm going off in about 4 hours for work, and not even tired.  That pretty much sums it up.  Actually, I’m damn tired, but thoughts of tomorrow just don’t hold very much excitement for me right now and it’s as if I’m trying to put them off - the tomorrows, that is.  They show up anyway.  I miss my kids.  I’m getting ready to be missing them a lot more because they’re moving away on Saturday.

I’m glad I have my work.  There, at least, I can focus.  Here, however, I find myself turning from one thing to another, leaving most unfinished.  I guess I’m going to the office tomorrow in jeans and a pullover…

“Sometimes, there’s just not enough rocks.”  That, I’ve always thought, was one of the more profound lines from [1] Forrest Gump. Speaking of rocks, the [2] Olympics start tomorrow. If you can find a connection between the Olympics and rocks, let me know. I can’t, but it seems like they should go together, like a leg-humping chihuahua and a crispy beef taco. Go figure.

I’ve always been a big fan of [3] Pink Floyd. David Gilmour is a fabulous guitarist. The music is mournful, soulful and brilliant. The lyrics - dark, controversial at times, but always inquisitive of the other side of things. So I listen to a lot of Floyd. Sometimes though, especially at times like these, Floyd can be like a gateway drug, like ‘They’ say marijuana is, or like gerbils. Gerbils are dangerous - before you know it you could be hooked on guinea pigs and they’re a lot bigger with all of the attendant increases in tooth and claw size. Explain that one to your doctor, if you can make it to the doctor before it chews and claws its way through your stomach. I’m really not sure what the purpose of gerbils are in the big picture, but I’m sure THAT’S NOT IT. So yeah, Floyd can be a bit depressing at times. But ‘fun’ music just makes me want to puke. Since when was music supposed to be about fun?

So nothing funny here today. Thoughts of people. New friends. Lack of certainty. Lack of sleep. Lack of desire for sleep. A strong desire for a new guitar. Patches on gaping holes that don’t work. A lot of gray and too little color. It’s not finished, so here I am - unfinished.