I used to know about things before the accident. It isn't tough for some to fathom the complexity of damage that probably has occurred to my mind after reading some of my blogs and stories. But no worries. I don't mind. There really was no accident for those of you wondering what the accident was. Well, sometimes when I was little I was told by my brother that I was an accident, but my mom would never corroborate the allegations. Enough of that silly talk though…its time for me to be serious.

It hasn't rained in over 48 hours and I'm starting to get scared. Are we in a drought? I worry to myself so much so that I can't sleep at night. You see, without rain, the ground will dry up and then what will I have to mow? If I can't mow, how will my allergies act up and make me look like I'm high? If I can't look like I'm high, what will people say about me when they no longer have that excuse after reading my blogs? I mean, this is scary stuff thinking about all the ripple effects that will ensue following rain never coming again.

Fortunately, I have heard that there is rain on the way. After I heard that this morning on the tele, I felt my body let go a bit to where I could enjoy my bowl of fruit pebbles. I have been asked before what it is like being me. Well let me tell you. It is a lot like a move mixed with a book at the end of a small chain from the perspective of a genius goat. Not that I eat everything in sight. Quite the contrary, in fact. I did just go to the grocery last week though. I bought a rice steamer and had a race with the stove. The stove won. True story really. But what is this world coming to!? I always wanted to ask that, but really I don't think the world has come anywhere. It seems to be spinning along in its own little worldly spherical way that planets do. And are kids worse today than "back in my day?" No, they are just different. Different generations breed different people, but they aren't inherently bad. And for those who see the recent hundred-year flood as a sign from God of our being horrible people…where is your Hoosier hospitality? We should welcome God's wrath just the same as we welcome those who knock on our door asking for sugar and wave to people mowing their grass on a balmy Easter's morn (then whisper about them behind their back, but that doesn't really happen *shifty eyes * ) I guess when one has an internal monologue in writing it sort of comes out. I don't like spell check, it keeps telling me my grammar is errant and false and wrong and right and bad and sad and adjectives and expletives. But what can you do. I had someone ask me last night if we will ever find love. I said yes. Aren't I such the optimist? Yay for rain, lets keep dancing folks, it's the only way we can all use the excuse that I abuse recreational drugs or…what was that quote? I abuse not recreational drugs but prescription drugs maybe? Can't remember. I must apologize for my last blog that made sense and was all touchy feely. It would seem that the most of you are now turned on to my nonsensical kevinisms and when you read that, it only further confused you. So let us all be friends again, I'm back to stream-of-consciousness, lets-do-our-best-to-say-nothing-in-as-many-ways-and-words-possible mode. Hey imagine that. Spell check doesn't like that long hyphenated word. Can't imagine why. Imagine is also a good John Lennon song. Check it out before we meet again. Happy trails.