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It's late, another night in Georgia. A rainy night in Georgia. Yeah, I know, it's been done. I've been randomly cruising blogs for a while, since I got home from work. It started to storm here sometime before midnight, and the thunder hasn't stopped since. The satellite dish has gone out. Nothing to do. And for some reason, tonight as I read blogs I ran across page after page of succinct, intelligent prose. Amazing. Not one mention of how the day was in junior high. No one said anything about their geology homework. Not one bored housewife posting pictures of the kids. In fact, all this inspired me to post a little something. However, I don't have the drive to be as smart and funny as most of you guys, at least not tonight. I sometimes wonder if I have the drive to be smart and funny at all anymore. I feel like I'm letting life get me down, like I may be giving up. I don't want to become one of those people, old, waiting around to die, not having anything to say. I should have more to say than most people, but somehow I'm not getting the job done. I need a purpose. I need motivation. I feel like I'm losing, and I don't know at what. I have to turn this around, start having my say, start getting my way.

I am going to bed now. I have been up for eighteen hours, and worked for twelve. I always get the inspiration to do this when I'm at the most tired. More.

Update on the genius thing.

I edited the template. Now nothing works. I have successfully killed The Cure. Not the band, the blog. The band will take care of itself. Actually, I thought they had done that back in the 90's sometime, but they have arisen. Robert Smith is not dead, although he kind of looks like it with the makeup on, and they are playing a tour behind a new CD. They were just in Atlanta a couple of weeks ago. All this blathering about The Cure is taking my mind off The Cure, not the band the blog. I will soldier on, learn to use html but for what I don't know, and fix the blog.
I know that I could always just do what I did on this blog, and pick a template and move on. I want to be able to put up some links, and none of these templates have that in the code. So, it's either learn to write it in, or get another template. If I'm going to learn the code anyway, I'd just as soon play around with it and customize my own.
Enough for one day, the dog is terrorizing the cats, and I need to be asleep.

I am not the genius I think I am.

I have been working on another blog, one that I've had longer. I'd like to say that it's the one with all the clever, insightful stuff on it, but that would be too much. Actually, that would be an overblown assessment. Anyway, I have tried to change the blog to another template. I'm not an amateur in this area, and I understand the basics of html, but I cannot get that frigging thing to publish. I'm sure that I will, especially now that I have vented my frustrations about the whole thing to the rest of the world.
Oh, Robin, your're welcome. I finally saw your comment.

Warning. Danger.

I can't believe that I'm up and typing at 3am. The alarm company has called me six times since 11. Things are screwing up with the alarm system, and the mindless idiots at the monitoring center can't see that. On one of the calls, the 1:30am call I believe, I asked the guy to tell me what areas were going off. He started naming them, garden center, rear doors, lumber doors, motion in tools, stuff like that. I listened to him for a few seconds and told him that if all those were real, the store wasn't being broken into, it was under seige. So now I can't sleep, and I have to worry about whether the store really does get broken into.
It's my fault really, though, about not sleeping, since I ate some stuff I wasn't supposed to eat while I waited for another call, and while I was driving back to the store for the second time to answer an alarm that is in a state of malfunction. I'm going to go take something and go back to bed. I have to get up early and call and see if everything is still there, or if I can go back to bed after getting canned for telling the alarm company to go screw themselves. Wish me luck, either way.

Go Stevie. It's Your Birthday.

This may have been the most boring, do-nothing birthday of 47 that I have experienced. The highlight of the day was going by the doctor's office this morning to have a blood test done. I spent the rest of the day at home, doing nothing. I read some, dozed some, played with the dog a lot, took her out for a walk, sat around. My wife made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, my favorite, and made banana pudding for dessert. Ah, the perfect food. So this birthday had good things in it. It didn't suck. It was just very uneventful. Lazy. So no large, insightful posts tonight. I'm going to take the dog out now, get it to pee in the yard, and I'm off to bed.
I want to wish my brother a large, happy birthday tomorrow. It's always been cool having birthdays a day apart. It's like it stretches yours out more. My sisters have their birthdays two days apart. I can't imagine.

Insane ramblings. No, wait, just ramblings.

I really didn't realize that I had been away from here for so long, until my sister reminded me a couple of days ago on a phone call. I haven't felt much like writing. That's a lie. I have just let things get in the way. Unimportant things have taken time from important things, and I let that happen. It's a character flaw that I have. In other words, I just procrastinated. Bummer. I had to admit it in front of people, or at least put it on the web where a billion people could see it. Yes, I have goofed off. And, it's getting worse as I get older. Speaking of which, I will officially do tomorrow.

Let's talk about the dog. I love the dog. I'm getting used to taking it out for a walk. I have learned that a walk at 4:30 in the morning this time of year is absolutely lovely. I did that a couple of weeks ago when the moon was full, and it was great. No traffic, no neighbors beating each other, no screaming kids, couldn't see the cars up on blocks in the yard, the asshole next door couldn't tell me about the Browns, again, no four-wheelers flying up and down the road, no barking dogs, no teenagers walking up and down the street casing your house for future burgularies, no thought of declining property values, man I can see that this blog about the dog is getting off track. I got the dog to reduce stress. Not really, I got the dog because it was cute, and we wanted one. The stress thing is a bonus. And the 4:30 walk was stress-free. The temperature was perfect. The sky was beautiful.

The dog has overcome her initial fear of the white cat. This is a distressing development. For you see, the dog now believes that if she jumps around, and gets the cat agitated, the cat will procede to play with the dog by lunging at it, hissing, and making an unearthly noise that would have made Father Merrin pack it in at Georgetown. The dog does not know that the cat is not only deadly serious about this attack, but that given the chance, the cat will gut the dog and leave it bleeding on the carpet gasping for its last breath as the cat saunters away, stopping only to lick the intestines off of its front paws.

It's time to go now. This posting is for my sister, to celebrate my birthday. We should be required to give presents on our own birthdays, to show everyone that we're appreciative of their company in our lives, don't you think?