searching for light in the darkness of insanity…elvis..(the other elvis)
well, there you have it. it’s 2:35 am and i finally put the tv on this evening..since last week. alright. the news. times are a changing, there’s a girl in the house. the voice of sanity, while still low, is a heck of a lot more audible. enough of the bullshit that is running the big old house on the hill. let’s get this shit going in a better direction.
i’ve been jonesing for a clove…and having beers instead. of course for all of the wrong reasons: to relieve stress, get some deep sleep, medicate the anxiety, dull some memories. it could be worse. i could be shooting up in a dark and stinky corner. however, poverty keeps you relatively clean, you tend to splurge on cookies and seriously good italian bread…(the seeded kind).
does anyone realize how good The Church really were??? dang, i really need to locate a copy of Starfish…
ah well, here i am. it’s early freakin’ morning…almost 3am. slightly tipsy, belly full of chocolate chip cookies and beer. kind of gross… i am now mentally vomiting.
seriously. been very busy, picked up an extra shift that needed covering. and i’m wiped out. after about 5 hours of sleep it was to the vet for orangehead’s annual, some script refills, and later on today, more car stuff. days off never really are, are they? can’t wait to finally get the car stuff over… too much money, time, and energy. i might keep my old plate…but who knows, maybe i should just get rid of the last bits of bad karma evidence. i’m glad to be gone from there. glad to be here.
okay, my eyelids are getting heavy…and even Blondie’s One Way or Another can’t can’t influence this. it’s time for bed. to sleep and hope…
that you’re not there in the mist
that you’re there in the mist
waiting or not waiting. walls meeting at the corner.