Hurricane. Big assed hurricane. Coming for me.
Hmm...
I suppose it is incumbent upon me to steal a small moment before my sudden, tragic death (I'm imagining either being torn apart, shredded, or crushed... probably ironically... like by the bathtub I filled with water... that'd be kind of a bitch) to reflect and share what final insight I may have insought (final as in before the splatter... is there a word that means before I'm splattered to death?).
"Gimme Shelter" is a pretty great song (also quite fitting... other songs I'm listening to include Cat Steven's "The Wind", Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks", Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Tuesday's Gone", Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight", Bob Dylan's "Blowing in the Wind", "Shelter From the Storm", and "Hurricane", as well as Duke Ellington's "I'm sad 'cause a hurricane's 'bout to kill the fuck out of me suite").
Still think religion's a bunch of nonsense. Don't suppose anyone expected that to change.
I have doubts about Obama. I feel he's the best option and well beyond capable of leading the country. Also I trust that he's intelligent and morally a pretty great dude. But, even if he is president, it'll be president of a country full of people who don't understand what the word metaphor means, think freedom is so important it can't be trusted in their stupid hands, and believe their president to be too smart to lead their nation... and suspect he might be secret muslim.
The wind's getting stronger. This is a thing I notice.
I guess I don't really care about the election anymore. At this point my choice has been made for ... more than a year really... and any further coverage is just our country's parade of idiocy. It's depressing.
I have a headache. I'm considering taking some medication... I'm hesitant though... I mean, let's say a car is thrown into my living room. I'm probably going to want to be lucid enough to drive said car out of my living room. On a related note, I think, I've faced the decision of whether I want to use drugs or alcohol to deal with my headaches enough in my life that I don't feel I missed out. That's cheery I guess.
I don't think there's anything else I was supposed to do before being a dead guy. I'm sure there were things I could do. There's a lot of things I haven't done that could be pretty cool.
I never went to India. India seems like a cool place.
I never wrote anything that really stuffy looking official types on fancy committees considered to be better than everything written by all the other idiots who want to be told they're the best.
Probably would have been nice to have disproven religion... that could have been fun.
I wish yoga would have paid off in some way.
The trees are being jerked around somewhat fiercely. Gotta keep an eye on that.
