I had one of my best sleeps in years last night because for the first time in years I was pretty much sober. I don't mean to indicate that I'm drunk every day or have been for years but last night was the first night in recent memory that i neither had a beer nor wanted to have a beer nor planned to have a beer in the future.That of course doesn't ( Read more... )

and then for some reason like a duck quacking in South Dakota on Roosevelt's head and expectink and echo in return, the feeling passes and everything ( Read more... )

i think i might make it through this work week. I had my doubts. Felt like quiting at least a hundred times. I always feel like quitting everything that i do. i've felt like quitting this very journal about a thousand times but I never quit, i never give up. i think about quitting constantly. i used to run marathons. I'd start thinking about ( Read more... )

Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken (1915 ( Read more... )

I expect that i'll have some breaks in my realworld grindstone today so perhaps i can play
my keyboard is right here
my mind is open
i'm not
as smart
as i
think

hey

I was in good shape when I claimed my name was nobody. The nectar and ambrosia were plentiful. i even had twelve two handled jars of pure and firey brandy, ruby colored, honey smooth and a scent that hovered sweetly over the winebowl like a yard sale of Snapple or a blistering Miami beach buried face down under ice. Yup, absolutely good shape even ( Read more... )

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Girl, I can't let you do this ( Read more... )