More than ever I need to feel you
Me trying to write in here and continue my saga is like me trying to distinguish red and green, or blue and purple, or I'll just say colors. I've been on the job hunt for a while and I'm not liking how it's been going. The few interviews I've had were for serving positions, which I don't really want, but might have to suck up and fucking take them. After this next week of pounding the pavement, I'll have to stop being picky about getting a bartending gig, and just fucking get a job. Job-type Job. I've been to San Remo a lot, they know me as "The Novelist", which is fine by me. Buying some coffee, and an occasional piece of pie or sandwich is worth being known as "The Novelist" at a local late-night diner. I've been working on my Star-city Story, which is probably why I haven't added more to this "Leaving" story. I'll have to go back and see where I left off to keep it going. Soon, I hope.
It feels weird being here. I spend a lot of time around my apartment, making food, doing laundry, taking out garbage, and smoking. Notice how sleeping wasn't one of those things? I think I'm back in the ring with Insomnia, and we're going toe-to-toe, punch-for-punch. Insomnia's not showing me much to take advantage of. And trading blows isn't working, I might have to wait it out, until he gets too tired to fight back. I can take it, but I'll come out a scarred and bloody. The price to pay, to win the fight. I think I'll pop in a movie and see if I can catch a break from the flurries before round 4 starts up. Saved by the bell, but I only have time to clean up my cuts, and rinse the blood out of my mouth before I have to be back on my feet and swinging again.
It feels weird being here. I spend a lot of time around my apartment, making food, doing laundry, taking out garbage, and smoking. Notice how sleeping wasn't one of those things? I think I'm back in the ring with Insomnia, and we're going toe-to-toe, punch-for-punch. Insomnia's not showing me much to take advantage of. And trading blows isn't working, I might have to wait it out, until he gets too tired to fight back. I can take it, but I'll come out a scarred and bloody. The price to pay, to win the fight. I think I'll pop in a movie and see if I can catch a break from the flurries before round 4 starts up. Saved by the bell, but I only have time to clean up my cuts, and rinse the blood out of my mouth before I have to be back on my feet and swinging again.