tomorrow i'm going to read, goddamnit!
i felt tonight was a long slow process of waking up (life is one long process of getting tired is what sam butler said). i'm awake now, and ready, but i still want what i wanted earlier. when i stood up from bent over with fear in my heart because i realized i had a furnace full of fire with no vent, i had no place to put it, no way to let it out. i came home and played guitar for, like, four hours straight, then i contemplated picking a fight over facebook, then i decided what i needed was something real. i put my long wool socks on and extra shirts and went out to the porch where i discovered my old computer was now inserting the number four whenever it pleased (it used to refuse to allow any and all fours, so this is quite a remarkable change in attitude for it). nothing happened out there, let's skip to back here, where i am sitting now. tomorrow i'm going to read, goddamnit!
i have so much to do and i'm going to die soon. that's what i'm thinking.
