On Sep 1, 12:03*pm, I am Tosk wrote:
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of Loogypicker, or Loogyclone, or others here, don't matter.

The alarm clock buzzes.
He awakes.
Empties his bladder and gets dressed.
Oatmeal? *Eggs? *Muffins?
Dare I eat a peach?
Breakfast done, he briefly ponders.
The world beckons.
A wife waiting to be touched and loved.
Distant children by the phone, waiting.
Birds are full with song.
Trees still heavy with leaf, air redolent of green growth.
Ride the bike in the forest preserve?
A long walk?
Weed the garden amid the scent of flowers?
Wish I had a boat.
Untouched family awaits a call.
Coffee with sis? *Haven't seen her for weeks.
Call mom? *Or take her to the park?
All those unread books. *My, my.
A project lays undone on the workbench, forlorn.
Waiting for a few cuts and completion to glory.
Perhaps that old neighbor needs some help?
Maybe tomorrow.
This is today.
I feel there is something important to do.
There is something gnawing to be done.
Wait! *I got it! I got it!
That's it! *That's it!

I'll spend the day sticking my nose up Krause's ass!
What joy!

Jim - Yup, that's basically how it plays out for the Loogy - every day.

Loogie isn't even here, trust me he has more important things to do
lately than worry about another dishonest sock puppet making things as
he goes along trying to sound cool... Guess again.

--
Rowdy Mouse Racing - We race for cheese!

I wouldn't trust you with a measuring tape, " little man "...you'd
"try " to build another of your Scows with it.