A Journal of Sorts
"sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles beneath my eyes are bluish black there's nothing new, no one I wanna talk to nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt I stick my head out of the window, it's closed instead of air, I get glass stuck in to my head the city's sounding, and I can't seem to stop the pounding can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round not sure what I am thinking about, I got soul doubt" ~ NOFX ~ it's fatigue, not really soul doubt... if you looked into my eyes you'd know... sleep?... maybe tonight?... I am reaching that plateau of grogginess where memory is sluggish and judgment is foggy so it's definitely time to bring some salt as you read (no less deal with me offline, if you do or would like to... thre's always hope, even for sleepyheads) J I spent the last two nights in the car and the extra few hours sleep felt good, but not being able to stretch out has a cramping effect... definitely need to find a bed or at least a clean floor I can stretch out on... maybe I should call some of the people who've written to me about sharing a place... unfortunately, I don't have the funds to move anywhere at the moment and won't for at least two weeks... more likely a month as some bills must be paid... alas, couches and the car for a while... back at Florey's tonight and she's home from the hospital and I'm happy to see her home... checking mail, finally, there's 16MB to download from the past few days and that's after putting some of the email groups on NoMail status... must choose a few more to do that with... the political groups, I think... anyway, a whole bunch of responses to the roommate mails came in and I'm gonna call one who says I can come over and crash there to see if we're compatible roommates... sounds like a great idea (and fits in with my survival needs)... maybe I found another friend? (maybe if I find enough friends I won't wear out my welcomes during this limbo phase I'm in and I'll still have friends when I have my own place to invite them over to) J but before I go anywhere there's a 55 gallon fishtank to help clean... I get the gravel in a bucket in the yard, Barney gets the glass to scrub (and scrub it needs cuz algae has grown thick)... so in my way beyond overtired giddy state I sing fish poop, fish poop, roley poley fish poop and the fish have a cleaner tank again... and then I call this new potential friend (based on a few emails) and maybe head over to her place (without a shower with fishtank stinky feet and without a shower and almost no sleep for a few days?... what better way to find out if we're compatible roommates, huh?) J if I return tomorrow I'm still alive... if I don't return tomorrow she was either an ax murderer or I'm madly in love... there... I dare you not to click on the turn the page link now J |
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