Tempus Fugit-about-it

What happened to August?? It seems that it was just the beginning a few days ago. Now I have only one month until I am basically finished my job here in the mountains. By then, I hope that I am somewhere. Seriously, I am just not sure whats happening and I am suffering from that general funk that won't let me decide. The funk gets thicker with time ... the older I get(s) the more it sets. I imagine by the time I am 30; I'll be huddled in the corner, sucking my thumb, my mind racked with doubt. It always seems to come down to be responsible and earn a living or do what you want to do. Nicht wahr?

so...

I think its probably time that I update this thing. In the coming months this space will become the place that I use to keep the world (yes, the entire world) updated as to my goings-on. So, keep yourself tuned to this locations for pictures and stories and whitty reparte. Which is what I will write when I have nothing to say... ah, whitty reparte.