God damn debacle

I was thinking as I tend to do. I read this good book and without too many details it talks about some guy's life from time of dog purchase to time of dog death during which he gets married and has kids (3). So I was thinking about kids, because I want them (two boys, duh) and I realized something very important but then was lucky enough to realize that it wasn't that important because of another thing. And those things are:

1. I can never marry a woman who is smarter than me. luckily, this is impossible.
2. If by contrast to me my wife is 'dumb' then my kids might not be that smart.

but

3. My kids will be tall and play sports really well and thus don't need to be very smart.

All is well with the Cosmos.

Try to get some sleep...

You ever get the feeling where there is something on your mind but you can't quite put it to words, or rather, words don't do the feeling justice? Rather than confuse and compound the feeling I'm going to ride this bliss out instead of trying to elaborate and materialize my feelings. The month of August was a 360 for me. Or more like a 300- I wasn't quite facing the right direction after being spun in some many different ones. September, however, has turned out just about perfect and has been exactly what I needed. Man, my boys Outkast really knew what they were saying back in 1998 when they said, 'funny how shit comes together sometimes, ya dig?'

It's all coming together right now and yes, I dig. Anatomy test tomorrow and then it's up to Grand Maris for some good times. Holla