moving takes its toll

it's been nearly a week...that's too long. unfortuneately, i don't have the time right now...i'm actually busy at work. no seriously, i don't have time to write on a blog due to my work load even though i started the blog based on my work load. work load. that's kind of funny. like you have your home load and then your work load. your work load knows about your home load but doesn't care because the possibility for leaving home is always there...even if the work load realizes the remote possibility of this, the work load holds out hope for the one in a million chance of it happening. all the while the home load knows nothing about this and carries on in that sweet home load way. but what happens if work load and home load conspire together to trap you forever? then it would be like this thought i had while walking past a homeless man's carboard home. what if he had someone chained up in there with a gag or something so you couldn't make noise? then you would be trapped and due to the complexity of the cardboard home one could only assume it had been there for a while...so you're f-ed. no chance whatsoever of surviving or getting out. this is what would happen if work load conspired with home load. at work, the work load is always on your back and at home the home load is always nagging, look at the baby look at the baby, anyway, don't let this happen to you. i know a guy, well i knew a guy who had this happen to you. when i knew him he was 6'1 white dude, athletic with a strong personality...now he's a 5'1 asian dude with receiding hairline, no concept of any language and to top it off, the personality of peter griffin's pet rock that always pee's on the carpet....you don't want this.