No dreams last night, which is fine by me. I feel relaxed. I feel really relaxed, which is fine by me, too.
At some point this afternoon, I’ll put another page up on Dad’s site, advertising his 2013 2LT Camaro. I’m doing the pictures he sent me as individual web pages, incorporating the written descriptions of each picture into the advertisement. This way, there’s more of a variety of wording available to capture traffic from the web. “Find one page and you find everything.”
Then, there’s the matter of Brian Schnabel’s Head Space. What do I want to do with this site today? I have tuns of material to post on BrianSchnabel.com, but which to do first?
I guess I could work more on my Reality Creation category otherwise known as “Visualization of My Ideal day”. But I don’t know. Perhaps it would be more fun to write a new post for that section than back posting older ones? “Things to consider.”
Or maybe I should just say screw it all and just chill today, read lives of the Mayfair Witches for the fifth time or something. I’m halfway through Ann Rice’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy but I’m just not into this one.
I think it’s the girl doing the Audible narration. It sounds so flat. Is she as monolog during the act herself as she is when reading about it?
Oh well! I’ll finish reading it eventually, I guess. Maybe I’ll focus on finding the right woman to help me through the rest of the passages. “That could be fun!”
Coffee is good. This morning’s brew sets well with me. I doubt the price is going to go back down on coffee though. American corporations will keep the price high even if the tariffs are lifted. “Anything to make a fast buck off we the people.”
I do know I’m staying in today. Traveling during high wind advisories is a bitch when your blind and I don’t feel like taking a flying limb in the head. Just because most of the general public thinks I’m brainless doesn’t mean I have to make it so, “You know?”
Well… My first cup of coffee is done. Time to head to the kitchen for a second. Maybe somewhere along the way I’ll get a brainwave as to what I should do next. “Ah… Blessed Sunday’s. What a world. What a world.”