Too much time on my hands

Thought #1: One day I will go on vacation. One where the only thing I read is a no tresspassing sign and the only lecture is that of the winds and the waters telling the sand what to do. The only thing weighing down my shoulders is the slight undertow as I study with my peers of fish and seaweed. Soft grains in place of soft grades and we've got a shore. Fill it with some eye candy and weighting and curves have different meanings. Thought #2: I'm wrong thinking i'm the problem maybe i'm part of the crowd, the public. But now we see you're the one runing on empty. the marathon is getting tired, put some of yourself back into normal roatation. Make the reliable out of the once dismissed. My full potential can more than handle it. Possible takes a day, impossible takes a week. Paper's on your desk. Physics: beat. Love: explained. I am the know all, the cure all, let me fix it just by being there to do my work. That's all I need is a medium, no maximum but you're giving me a minimum of response. Call the number, i'm toll free. Thought #3: When musing, I'm reminded of a clock without hands to make the wheel stop spinning and the tires stop slipping as we slide ever further into the future we get bored with so easily. Right brain functions be damned, greenbacks are generated with a generation of generic geriatrics teaching us of the beaurocracy. Starbucks addicts us, these new Whigs of our time. We fight injustice with apathy. But we don't care.
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Ramble on, my friend.

Your brain is obviously conquering a mile a minute.
I hope all's well.

Happy musings.