Sunday, December 10, 2006
William, it was really nothing.
It was your time.
Look, the back of the line is patting my ass to post, so I do.
Basically, nothing changes for me. I`m holed up here in my little rez room, reading plays, Cannery Row, any hateful Buk I get my hands on, and some William. The only reason I leave this room is for one of four reasons:
1) The most common: Cigarette break. They come more and more frequently as my exhaustive reading material becomes less a passion and more a chore. This is disheartening, and killing me.
2) To eat. This type, unlike my cigarette intake, is actually on the decline. I`m becoming an emaciated mess. When I do eat, it`s junk.
3) To take a crap. Yeah, we all do it.
4) To leave for home. Once there, I am either at home or at work. There is no fine line, perhaps the occasional stop at Alex`s, but hardly anything to credit a major turn.
Wow! Interesting, isn`t it?
I`m not bitching, by the way, I`m actually sort of enjoying being a hermit. Things here are cozy, and the routine is comfortable, if not gratifying.
What am I listening to? Waltz (Better than Fine) by Fiona Apple, and the entire "Favorites" Section of my WMP. Highlights include: What`s the Matter Man - Rollins Band, William, it was really nothing - The Smiths, The Girls Don`t like the Job - Kool Keith.
When I come home, I`ll need respite.
I can`t get no satisfaction.
Dra Dra, Dra Dra Dra!
The Bizz.
Look, the back of the line is patting my ass to post, so I do.
Basically, nothing changes for me. I`m holed up here in my little rez room, reading plays, Cannery Row, any hateful Buk I get my hands on, and some William. The only reason I leave this room is for one of four reasons:
1) The most common: Cigarette break. They come more and more frequently as my exhaustive reading material becomes less a passion and more a chore. This is disheartening, and killing me.
2) To eat. This type, unlike my cigarette intake, is actually on the decline. I`m becoming an emaciated mess. When I do eat, it`s junk.
3) To take a crap. Yeah, we all do it.
4) To leave for home. Once there, I am either at home or at work. There is no fine line, perhaps the occasional stop at Alex`s, but hardly anything to credit a major turn.
Wow! Interesting, isn`t it?
I`m not bitching, by the way, I`m actually sort of enjoying being a hermit. Things here are cozy, and the routine is comfortable, if not gratifying.
What am I listening to? Waltz (Better than Fine) by Fiona Apple, and the entire "Favorites" Section of my WMP. Highlights include: What`s the Matter Man - Rollins Band, William, it was really nothing - The Smiths, The Girls Don`t like the Job - Kool Keith.
When I come home, I`ll need respite.
I can`t get no satisfaction.
Dra Dra, Dra Dra Dra!
The Bizz.
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Blake the instant I saw this new post, it filled me with such joy!
I was so glad that you are still alive - it was touch a go for a few weeks there.
**Ellen
I was so glad that you are still alive - it was touch a go for a few weeks there.
**Ellen
Wow, I've been doing basically the same thing. Except that I don't leave to smoke or go home.
I am starved for human contact.
What meant you by "the back of the line"?
The WV for this comment is the sound that I make every morning when I wake up:
errhmhm
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I am starved for human contact.
What meant you by "the back of the line"?
The WV for this comment is the sound that I make every morning when I wake up:
errhmhm
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