Well, it's 4:36 on a Friday night and I spent it doing nothing. Those of you in Montreal will know it was a helluva day for snow today. I didn't go to work. Fucking buses, man...

When I want to go to work I can't...

Anyways, things have been moving slowly at the new ranch (ie website, I just wish I had a ranch) but they'll pick up once I get off my ass. I figure I can keep posting here until something comes of it.

Just thought I'd jot down some thoughts since I'm wide awake.

I've recently realized that life is really quite strange. Not messed up the way I normally think it is, just strange. It has a strange way of telling you things. And even then, it says it in a language that resembles a French person speaking Polynesian with a thick Italian accent. Also, this French person is from Mars, and can't really speak any of these languages.

I've been getting a lot of messages from life in general these days and I spend my waking moments deciphering things I deem small clues, while probably missing planes flying overhead with message banners for me.

But one thing is certain, I am pretty content right now. I mean, things can always be better, but these days I'm thinking "Ehn, this is nice." Good friends, good family, good drink, good food... I can't ask for much more, really. Except money. Send me money.

But I digress (often)

This is just to say that despite how you think life is going, it's probably not, whether that be for the better or worse, I don't know. Learn to look at what you've got, not what you wish you had. You might realize you've got more than you thought.

How prolific. Or something. I don't know what prolific means.

Alright, well, that's my babbling for this evening. I aplogize to you, my friend, if this made no sense whatsoever. It's 4:44 now, and I've got my guitar on my lap and a page full of handwritten nonsense in front of me. What can I say?