When I was four years old, I doubt my parents were listening to Pink Floyd. I don't really remember what they were listening to. Roy Clark and Buck Owens probably, which I still enjoy when I have to. I remember being chased around the yard for something, and my mom wasn't able to catch me! I remember throwing rocks with Ben Blackman and the police coming to our door. I remember falling out of a plum tree. I started kindergarten when I was four...that's right, an overachiever from the get go, a tendency thankfully crushed by lethargy and a system that rewards the average.
That whole moment of inertia, seems to take forever sometimes...
I am applying for another job. It's part time, but it sounds fun and will fit with my other part time work. If I get it, I am going to get a new economy-minded car. It would be nice to get good gas mileage and not worry about the fortune in gas that I am spending to singlehandedly destroy the environment.
I have to get busy again, and will hopefully not be distracted again soon by the chirping birds and splashing water...
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