Monday, June 30, 2008

forced russian obsessions.

I can’t ever sleep anymore and not yet have I discovered if it’s on the account of the drugs or my deafening inpatients from the not knowing.

The tv is getting it daily exercise. Turn off. Turn on. Always on mute. The moving light keeps me company while I soak in the semi silence of most uneventful nights.

My carpet is looking fucking horrible, I’ll hope you have the decency to rent a carpet cleaner with your first check and help clean up this mess you made.

I scrubbed for hours but the cuts just get deeper and I keep wondering what it is I used to put them there in the first place. Oh yeah…

Finally I am realizing that living in a “My Name is Earl” world isn’t so bad. It fact it’s pretty much a dream come true. I am pretty proud of some things that have been pumped out of this little area lately. It means more to make something out of nothing anyways.

I don’t type in a 4/4 beat and I never danced in complete sentences.

Come to think of it, I’m probably not playing with a full deck.