I need a gallon of water and a bucket of sleep.
I figured all that coffee this morning would keep me awake, spry me up, but I still wound up attempting to take a nap-
then some dick rang my doorbell about 10 minutes into a dream, told him to piss off and I didn't give a flying fuck about my asphalt.
Then some other dick rang my doorbell right after I got finished settling into bed.
I told him I didn't want any
universalese for
FUCK
OFF
4 hours of sleep, 10:00 meetings, papers, graduation arrangements... and I have still yet to have sat down to a third serious session on my new book project.
*rubs his very dry eyes, they sound like glass being rubbed with razors*
It's 50* in here.
How cool is that?
Also, one more paper and some bullshit final test. If not two.
Who fucking cares, let's start the parade early
so I can get it out of the way and take a fucking nap.
Not the best fucking day of my life, but thank god its not the worst.
I could be stripped naked and thrown in a cell hyperventalating, covered in bruises, and left for 12 hours with bright lights on and no possible chance of sleep with constant chirping devices and echoing emptiness, not told what I was supposedly guilty of, after being terrified by burly disgruntled armed men shoving weapons to my eye, and not treated for a possibly broken thumb.
Yeah.
Wouldn't THAT suck.
On a side note
Fuck the police.
I guess maybe I'm having some flashbacks today, some nightmares, some more bullshit.
I'd normally just grab a beer and a good sandwich and enjoy a baseball game.
Wonder if the royals are scheduled for a broadcast today. If not, I've got streaming video, reruns, classics and Sen`or Reznor to tell me a story.
I'd rather write my own... I'm afraid of what will come out when I'm this tired. It might be something meandering and aching. Much like this blog.
No exercise bike today.
No summoning pretty girls from the ether.
No glimpses into the void.
Can't I just pop it in neutral for one full day?
One full month?
It'd kinda be a good life preserver.
My legs are getting tired from treading water.
Least my dog is well behaved today.
Wonder if I'd be this tired up north, out west, out and in.
Mom, dad, why don't you guys move out west too? It's where your family is going.
You aren't going to work forever in that tiny one-horse town right?
Shoulda took that job in the carribean when you had the chance.
I know I would've.
Built me a hurricane proof house,
flew in miniscule private jets,
been a personal atache' to some kooky mogul.
y'know
the cool life.
Between paradise and wall street.
Between sleep and death.
10 points if you catch that reference.
I'm out.
