okay where am i supposed to start. that has been the number one question for my entire life. should I let the reader if there ever is one other than me just read from here or should I delve into my ridiculously complex path that has led me stumbling through the first half of my life (assuming I live to be seventy). The space wanderer in "The sirens of titan" said," I am the victim of a series of accidents, as are we all." It just seems that the statement describes my life better than most people. Not that i do anything too exciting with myself. I usually just daydream about doing great things. If i was a dog, I would be a great mundane. If my life was a machine tool it would be a boring bit. If I was a pilot I would probably fly a plain. Okay that's stupid...Today I looked at some dogs during lunch. It was my lunch time not theirs. Instead of going to eat, we went to the shelter on the base at camp pendelton. they had some really nice dogs there. They don't kill them if they don't get adopted. which is nice. The dogs were crazy from being in the cages. It was hard to judge which maniacally yapping mongrel would make the best companion. I think my girlfriend SiYun will do for now. she is incredibly sweet and nice 98% of the time. they say if you take a dog home and feed it some and let it chill out, it will adjust.
I had some yard time with a big chow shepard mix named Jake. his real name was Chipper and he didn't even respond to the name Jake. He ate some treats from my hand but was rather distracted and stand offish. we best think long and hard before spending the ten bucks to add more hassles in our lives. The fish tanks on base were priced very reasonably.