My first blog...

This is my first blog. What do I say? Hmm. Maybe I should have something to say first.
Well I know people want to know about Haven. I don't want to talk about that right now.
Maybe I'll talk about growing old as the voices in your head stay young. You see these voices don't seem to think the rules apply to them. Like I grow old and they stay young. Like they can tell me to do all of these things that we thunk up in the reckless days of our youth. They seem to be clinging to the good old days. They resist change. They refuse flat out to grow old gracefully. I mean, Because they have no corporeal body but mine they can exist and define their age and be as spontaneous as they want to be. They can do flips on the bed and eat strawberry ice cream and Pringles til they pass out. They only pass out so that they can dream. They dream up new ways to tempt me out of my seriousness of purpose and focus. I have so much to do but these infantile voices keep asking me to play. They keep calling me like that friend of yours your mom can't stand. Cuz she knows.

It's hard as hell to get things done with them up there. Like now for instance. I have serious work to do. I'm out. I'll be back.