Aug 05, 2008 06:24
I have a job interview today at Cheapo's Discs. I am really excited and pretty nervous about it. I can't remember the last time I interviewed for a job I actually wanted. Of course, I should have gone to bed early, but instead, I didn't go to bed at all. Another night of the same fiery, self-destructive behavior.
I haven't slept more than two hours in a night in the past month.
Chuck understood:
"the dead can sleep
they don't get up and rage
they don't have a wife.
her white face
like a flower in a closed
window lifts up and
looks at me.
the curtain smokes a cigarette
and a moth dies in a
freeway crash
as I examine the shadows of my
hands. ... "
--Charles Bukowski i am dead but i know the dead are not like this
I just typed this entire poem, but then deleted half of it, because I realized that not all of it applies.
Austin is...
ok. I am having a good enough time. I will like it much better if I get this job today, so I can begin functioning like a human being. Of course, after paying my rent and phone bill, even if I get the job, I will only have twenty dollars to get me through the next two weeks. I can do it, but there were a few luxuries I would have otherwise enjoyed.
Well, that's all I have for now. Better than nothing.