time period

in this one on I'm on the train inward with a pen and my notebook dreading the whole thing. on the platform on the way home, I reach into my pocket and my pen is missing. all I can do is read over what I've written and be depressed because that's just what I am …

strange…

a friend posts my new piece on her page, and at the bottom a link "about this poem." I click on it and read, "I wrote this poem about 5 years ago, after returning home from staying up all night. It was nice to see people getting naturally high, using non-western techniques. Years later, it …

tired

thirsty as all hell. I'm done watching tv for tonight and just want to chill out a little before going to sleep. not feeling very spiritual these days. I wonder why. my time is shot down to all this work and getting no association whatsoever. so here I am, writing a few words about nothing. …

watching Se7en. seems like what originally inspired Millennium. and of course Silence of the Lambs.

big scare

thought my computer was going to be ruined for sure. it caught a virus. but it seems so far fixed up now. we'll see. it is friday and I'm upset that I have to work tomorrow (on labor day weekend). ready to have dinner.

testing this joint out some more. psyched about the poetry reading coming up. I'm sure I will delete much of this later, or not.

sick

can't sleep. not asthma exactly, but coughing. I can't clear my throat. this is a little place for me to write, which I'm always thankful for. I will have to get up around 7 and go back into work. today was alright, though I was pretty swamped. drinking orange juice and getting ready to read …