I found myself getting annoyed this morning, mainly at myself.  It took a few minutes to figure out why.  I think it’s because i feel like DOING something i.e. I want to be out mixing it up with the world doing something really exciting.  Perhaps that’s a long way to say I am bored with sitting around being a domesticated primate.  I’m a couple of keystrokes away from running off and joining the French Foreign Legion.

my problem is i want to do everything at once, i want to run, dance, sing, paint, write, make love, and be a misfit all at the same time.

I need a wealthy patron to fund my vagrant meandering literary mishaps.  We can call it my “Inspiration Fund.�

Photos from my wanderings yesterday: