mos tof our problems are wilco withdrawals

clawed from a bit early, the a.c. around here is going out, making the traditonal death rattle, waking the neighbors. i am here, perpetually uncomfotible. wake, unable to sleep, overheating, tired. the water is out here (the complex) they are trying to fix some problem with hot water.

suddenly i am very glad i awoke at 4am to take a cold shower. i wouldn't have wanted to wait until they turn the water power back on.

now here, i am scattered. my flesh feels floudered out in strange textured directions, each opening a further mark for a map not yet written. i am wasting, but oddly alive. yes, more.

and coming right along. today should be better than the rest.

2004-03-05 | 10:29 a.m.
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