It Starts

Nothing changed 'cuz it's all the same. The one you get's the one you give away. It all just happends again, way down the line. We had the swim meeting after school today, because practice starts Monday and we are gonna get to business right from the get-go. This lightens my mood, because it started the Generator that is Winter. Water (time) turns the turbines that turn the gears (don't worry about that part). Every winter, things happen and unhappen, with depressing regularity and predictibility. That is the meaning behing the first line or two of this post. Because of swimming starting, it is now officially Cold, though it is almost 70 degrees up in here. I am all over the fucking place. Nothing is coming together. I suppose i can sum it up as another start to another weekend, which leaves me as apathetic as ever. I was supposed to go to IU today, yet loose lips sink ships. Res ipsa loquitur. My adventure in Bloomington was going to be the greatest post ever written by man, yet now it is currently Impossible. I fought over the title with my editor (ask if you care to know what i mean) decided that though "The Sarge Goes To Bloomington" would have been cute, Katie made it abundantly clear that "Fleeced by Ed Bradley" is the only possible title that would do it Justice. I already had the first little bit written, the pre-adventure part, but i won't post it, because i plan on going to IU, and you'll enjoy it then. Oh seriously that is such THE perfect title too..... later though. Ah dammit.