Busy Bees make the Sweetest Honey

I have been painfully busy. Tonight, Skybox is in Dallas; this is the most amazing thing ever. I will be there at any cost. Tomorrow, I do not leave my apartment. Aside from maybe checking the mail. I'll still be painfully busy after tomorrow is over. Eventually this will find an end, and I will be busy with nothing but the things that matter. I feel a little off track with that silly job, but its purpose is to allow me a memorable final day to savor. The last day I ever sell my time to an unworthy and unnecessary cause.

In other news, Tweedle Dee and Dweedle Dumb have been hard at work on fleshing out The Domestics and Project Snow Globe. The next post should be a presentation of our work. You'll get a much better bite of it than the crumbs I've been trailing along.

And in other other news, a story!

Sometime last week, I believe it was, these weeks and days blur together, I was out looking for clovers as I am apt to do. About a week prior I'd told myself that, if I ever found two four leaf clovers right next to each other, then something truly amazing would happen. Well I was half daydreaming when I spotted a lovely four leaf clover. With a smile on my face I went to look at it closer and, what should I happen to notice directly next to it? Why, a second four leaf clover! I was stunned. I had not expected that to happen this soon, I mean, such a thing is rare even for me. So I kind of laid back on the grass for a bit in shock. A few minutes later I slowly arose, not wanting to pick them just yet, out of some kind of respect for the enormity of it, I searched around some more, just to bide time, I suppose. Then, as if the universe had some kind of sly sense of humor, before my eyes appeared another- with a second right next to it. So, getting the message, I plucked all four up and walked back to my apartment to preserve them.

I will update you all soon with our goodies. And in the meantime, check out my partner in crime's blog: http://notaboxboy.blogspot.com it's a complement to mine, as we are two of the same entity.

My life is playing out exactly as I dreamed it would. And yes, the job and over-stress is my fault. I never said my mind was perfect.

Post Script:

Prepare yourselves for an onslaught of awesome.