i can't remember how long and i'm too damned tired to do the math. it's been long. too long i've been here. i'm running out of goya coffee, tp, and patience.
it's a restless kind of tired. brought on by too much monkey chatter going on upstairs. i stay up late because it's the only time i can find quiet. then, of course, i plug in and turn the discman on... duh!

i've lost weight. i've lost some muscle mass. i've lost a little bit of my soul. i've lost time. and i'll have to contend with another birthday. more proof that time marches on to its own drummer, it'll step on your toes as it passes by. won't look back. no sorry. no excuse me. no nothing. pretty rude.

but i'm not worried. a couple of years ago, i'd be one tangled mess at the chaos i find myself in the middle of... now? i just don't have the luxury to care. shit or get off the pot. no time for pity parties. no mini violins...

who are you today?
i'm a slightly different. the world is open. and uncharacteristically, i'm stepping on in.

drink up baby down, are you in or are you out?
frou frou