Time. Panic.

Its late on a saturday morning, the sky is a brilliant blue and cloudless. I have internet radio on, because one of my closest friends' partner is Djing it and I'm trying to be supportive. The day is strangely good. The downside though is I only have today off work! I hate it when I have time off work when I have no plans, it makes the day seem a little wasteful. Its not too bad though as my body is ripped to peices from working multiple jobs so a day of rest should work out quite well.
So time is playing fair with me but my sleep pattern has changed drastically, I am awake for roughly twenty hours a day with bad quality sleep for the other four hours. In all fairness I don't mind it too much it gives me the time to think and relax my brain just shut my head off for a little while and let it reboot.
Panic, I don't mean the bad guy in the first season of yugioh (the only good season) I mean I have been developing as a person, I have been taking other peoples feelings into consideration and I have been being nice to people. Its not that I'm not a nice person, I over use sarcasm and like to abuse the english language to confuse people. BUT I have been cutting down on how much I do both, as apparantly it can offend people. I have always found that the people who get offended are either the people who don't understand it or the people who don't listen to me when I do use them. It mightnot seem like much but this is a big step for me, its almost like I am becoming a productive member of society.

It might happen one day!

Age. Voice.

There is a saying that age is just a number, but we both know that it isn't, age is a problem. We have a set age where when you reach that magical day that you turn into an adult, You go to bed a teenager and wake up as an adult. I have this really messed up memory, I can remember people from my first impression of them and how they looked the first time I glanced at them. I bring this up as tonight after finishing work I walked my normal route back home and saw Amy, now Amy has just had a birthday and become the technical adult, this may not seem important but when we first me she was 14 and cute as a button and we soon became friends, the type of friends that say hi in the street and little more besides. I do believe friendships grow but they don't blossom, if they were to it would imply that come the winter, the friendship falls to ground. So over the next couple of years I became closer with Amy and then tonight, I saw this beautiful young woman in town and then she spoke and it was Amy, and then I felt wrong. This is someone who I have known for about four years and I'll be honest I was checking her out. So now I feel a little like a douche, but then I am male and am expected to look at women, so I guess it serves me right for having such amazingly attractive friends.
So now comes the voice, not a divine voice or anything just something that I got to thinking recently because every few months I climb back into my shell and away from the world with only the echoes of my thoughts and my memories for company I would like to know what you all sound like. I know you probably think that I'm silly but sometimes all we need is another voice to tell us that everything is fine before we even consider that it may be true.
So ending with a final thought, a little like Jerry Springer does, everyone's voice is silent in a vaccum, maybe this is when we truly speak? I'm not sure if that is a quote or not but I think I just made it up but it sounds like it might be somewhat deep.