The Obscure

I originally wrote this post this morning, but it wouldn't let me post it then, so I am posting it now. It's not very good, if you are looking for something good to read, look elsewhere.

You feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' too good myself.

Ol' Joey... Cocker. I realized in the middle of that that my usual form of abbreviation would beget vulgarity.
I love that song though.

Here I am with about half an hour before I leave for work, just sitting around waiting for the axe to fall; the axe being the necessity to go to work. Then I have to work all day, it's the price paid for having a job. I don't reccomend having a job, it cuts seriously into your sitting around with a headache time.
I don't actually have much of a headache right now, which is a real blessing, I'd say.
My truck got more horrible than usual yesterday, not that I don't love my truck, but it is making the most horrible noises ever now, and the acceleration is all mushy, and it keeps jumping in and out of gear. I'm going to take it to a shop tomorrow I think, but it might be pretty much dead, which totally sucks, if I can't get it repaired (a bit, I don't have the scratch for a total repair job, not on this sucker) then I will have to get a new ride, and it will take me like a month to save up to buy one, and even then it'll be a piece of shit that I end up with, I'll be lucky if it lasts me as long as this truck did. I have to get a stick-shift, too, I hate driving automatics now, I've grown too accustomed to the shifting.
"Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints, as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, cause I'm in need of some restraint."
Whoo, whoo.

I gotta get ready for work now, I know this was a boring post, but I had to write something I got too many thoughts going in my head to write nothing, and I haven't started writing the thing I need to write yet, I'm just putting it off by writing this mundane shit. Maybe I'll start writing it tonight. I was scared of writing it, it's a book, you see, and it is very important to me for some reason. I'm scared of writing it, though, because once I write it I fear I will have chosen my fate, and as much as I love writing, I very much dislike being bound to a fate. It doesn't appear that I have any choice, though, the thoughts for the book keep coming to my mind unbidden, and eventually they will have to spill over into written form. That is just the way my brain works, I don't like it very much, but it's unavoidable. Hey, so when I start writing the book (sometime this week, methinks) I think I might post some chapters of it on here or on Australopithecus, which I never really use anymore so it might serve well for that kind of thing.
If you guys would like that I will, anyway. It's a pretty cool story, at least I think it is, I just wonder if I have the skill to write something as long as a book, or if I have the dedication to the book to write the two books that would have to follow it to complete the story. Eh, who knows. It's interesting though, what I write of it will be, even if I can't or don't finish it.
Anyway, have a good one, guys.