daily aggravations and regrets
07.29.01 sunday
I'm spinning my wheels. In place. Not going much of anywhere. The worst part is how slowly these proverbial wheels seem to be spinning. Of course, I'm just kind of guessing. I can't see them. The wheels, I mean. No, they're out there somewhere. Somewhere... out there, Maybe they can see me. they have peepers, you know. Peepers that peep...
Anyway, I'm in a rotten fucking mood. Have been all day. I'm letting the failures of the Philadelphia Phillies really get to me for some reason. It's almost to the point where it's detressing me more than anything else on a day to day basis. Well, now that I think about it, that's not really true. but it's a lot more noticeable than before.
So anyway, in general, things are kind of poo poo. Nothing specific, or maybe there are too many things to be able to focus on one thing in particular that's putting me in this terrible state of mind. There's frustration, there's sadness, and together we have our little threesome of misery. I guess I'd be a lot worse off if I didn't amuse myself so much. Luckily, my clever word play and imagery almost always puts a smile on my face.
Nora spent the last two nights in Manhattan with her friend Kelly. It was nice to have the room and bed all to myself for a while. But I have to say, it's nice to have her back. I kinda missed having her around. I knew I wouldn't be able to savor a bad mood once she got back, so I'm feeling a little better now.
I'd planned to write a lot more, but lying in bed is too enticing right now. Gotta hear all the dirt from Nora. I guess I'll finish it in the morrow.DA&R home
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