sad about Shaggy

Ever watch Scooby Doo and think, "Casey Kasem?" Doesn't matter anymore. Never understood the point of Casey Kazem. He'd be on the radio during my stocking days and Fleetwood Mac was always on the stupid countdown.
Ever been in a stalking daze? Caught ya reading this blog, this blog about nothing unless I'm something worthwhile to ponder as my musings meander from cusps of memories shared and the void of the Isle of Dyland. I miss thinking without being interrupted by my own laspe of concentration. Flow. I could talk for hours about nothing in particular. Reading through an old letter from M, I never destroyed, she mentioned my monologues. I miss M, but I guess I did most of the talking and she was to polite to boot me about until she got religion and felt I was doomed for hell.
AW, I wonder what I spoke regarding. She once seemed annoyed and suggested I was trying to be odd. Offputting. I'm too lazy to try to be anything beyond myself. Getting up in the morning is hard enough, and I'm not talking morning wood, I'm talking being down and crushed by planes of fatigue snuffing the will to move.
Sorry about talking M talk, but I borrowed "dyland" from her. See her bf from hs was Robert Zimmerman.
Not sure about going east on Friday. I am going but I fear 6/20. Its like my Friday the thirteen, I think.
Tired. I have an appt in the morning. Meh.
F@#$ing Nook is spazzing. Stalk me later, I guess.