haste waste and what is between

I paid in advance for two hours.
I guess I could leave now and save it for next time,
But something in me would rather sit in the air conditioned recliner chair,
When companies are making keyboards and they decide to place a new buttons in places there have never been buttons before, do they think they are being innovative?
My new apartment is pretty sweet all in all. It makes me feel as if I live in a boat, as the floor sags in towards the center, in just that subtle way. The building itself is over a hundred years old now, and I live on the forth, and final floor. I am on eye level with the tops of the trees and have vantage over the rooftops for blocks and blocks. It is extremely hot in the all the time. With three people it gets to be a bit much. From time to time.
The monitor jumps every time another screen comes to life.
You know, it was a little hard to understand when other people would say they could not handle the Volcano, (to be referred to hereafter as Magma.) I did not really understand what happens to someone who abstains most days, allowing only the occasional deviation, I did not understand.
When you take away from smoking and then come back to it there is always that fastbreaker that really blows you away. When you go from sitting down with Magma and the Head of Project X four to seventeen times a day, to being dry, jumping back in takes time.
So Yoga ran out a little while ago, and I was broke so I just shrugged and did it at home, until it got too hot. Now I hear tale and tell of a new kind of yoga that does the body well, a hot room suite, and steam for the seams allows the stretching retching mass of flesh a better chance to bend and sway in the extraordinary way. They do it so hot that you sweat more than a lot, so I have got to sign up, and see what I got! Yoga in a steam room! Crazy.
So I was at work and some one noticed that I had twisted a ten dollar bill into a ring. I then showed them the twenty I turned into the tshirt and it was snapped from me, I did not ask for it back until I realize he was kind of ruining it, and when he refused, I relieved it from him by distracting him and then... well just grabbing it. He did not take kindly to this and started to give me shit. I just watched him blab on about bullshit, until he ran out of things to say, and I shook me head and looked away. He asked me later if I was annoyed, and I told him that I had just found it strange that he would disrespect me three times, when I had never even thought about biting my thumb at him.
This was all yesterday. So today he is trying to be nice, and sits beside me, trying to make small talk and be my friend. I told him, I did not have a problem with him, I did not know him, he did not know me, it is all cool, just do not expect me to be your friend. He did not desist. It is pathetic. Do not know why I felt like telling you this story, about another wanna be big shot, who never had it, and whose best years are gone.

I think he is younger than I am.

The first sign you are getting older is thinking your age gives you something over some one else. I know full and well that there are children half my age who could hand me my ass at any number of the things I consider myself to be fairly expert with. I know there are people twice my age whom do yoga moves I will never be able to pull off. That being said there are those of us who will have to count high school as their best years.

I am not dead yet but I am dying
Lord knows you know I am trying
But these trials there is no denying
Got faces in hand on knees crying.

This place is a wonderland.

Sean is here
Uehen in there