Every day, since Easter, I have jogged the entire length of the "old railroad grade". I never imagined that I could ever run that far. Now I'm doing it every day. It's just amazing!!
It's like I woke up one day and the angels blessed me with stamina.
Running off on my own gives me plenty of time to think..

Today I got called into work, right as I was about to run out the door for my daily jog. I was all warmed up and everything, to go work at subdungeon. I was planning to go with my family to wherever this morning, but I couldn't, so they left me in the dust.
Though we usually go to stinky old thrift stores and the increasingly unimpressive Olean mall, we always have a ton of mischevious fun.



This is one of my Momma's "artistic installations"
at the Hornell Salvation Army.
This one she calls "Adoration of the Barbeque".

Bon is having a species identity crisis.


This one is funny because Bon was scared that spiders or bugs or
bad smells would get all over her, and she was screaming
"GAHH, TAKE THE PICTURE NOW, DO IT NOW, EEEEEE!".

It's the perfect time of year to commune with nature.

I'm in the middle of an e-bay frenzy.
It all started a few days ago when Brian decided to generate some income by experimenting with sellin' shit on the internets. Ol' Tom Darrin found out about this and encouraged Brian to sell Tom's antiques. It kinda seems like they business partners now. At this moment they are taking dozens of pictures of the junk they expect will make them hundred-aires. I can't go five minutes without Brian runnin' in here and looking on the computer to check the pictures he just took of ceramic Disney figurines. Or checking up on how the car speakers, and Yu-Gi-Oh cards are selling.

Today I feel strong, like a woman of steel. Like I could do anything.
...maybe I should do something.
I hope this isn't just the Naya of the day. Usually something in me says to not indulge in feelings of power, or any feeling of confidence. Thats I'll just sorely dissapoint myself when I say or do somthing arrogant. That I don't deserve to feel good about myself because I'm stupid.
Oy! what I wouldn't give to be smart, and quick and rational. But anyway...
When I was cleaning my old room today, I found some of my crazy ol scribblings from back in honors english. I wrote this question: "Is introspection selfish?". Somthing like that.
Well is it? Is it like vanity? Is it true that the more time you spend looking at yourself in the mirror the more vain you are? The more time I spend blogging the more obsessed with myself I become? Yeeeeeck!
Vanity, Vain, vane, vein. I might be better of not asking myself these questions.

I'm all sorts of confused. Like my sense of direction is all nutzed up. It's like the phenomenon where a housecat, used to living in one location all its life and then is relocated to some new and far away location, will think it still lives in the old place. The cat will try to walk itself back home, sometimes hundreds of miles, using its instincts of direction. Yeah thats what I must feel like.
I feel like my whiskers are all twisted.
Slowly though I'll get a hold of my senses. Right now I need to take a long, thoughtful survey of my soul and find out what it is that I need, and what I need to do right now.