Feeling that feeling again

I woke up too early today and I can't do a damn thing about it.  I want to just go back to bed.  Nope.  And so here I am trying to think of something witty to say.  But what does it matter because no one reads this blog.  Everyone just reads the pornography I write.  I guess I shouldn't complain because at least people are reading something I'm writing.

I had a pool when I was growing up... I wish I knew now then because I would have totally used that pool so much more to my advantage... and I mean sex.  I was a fun guy with a pool and a sense of humor and so on... or so I now imagine I must have been.

But oh well.  I often wonder how much time I spend dwelling about on things I'd passed over that I was ridiculously stupid for doing so.  Funny how we look at our past.  Oscar Wilde wrote once that, "The way to revisit one's youth, one must simple repeat the same mistakes."  Hmmm...