April Fools is on its Way
I fell asleep at roughly 2 am, right after Carnivale. I was a little disappointed with the season finale, mostly because I found myself wanting "Brother Justin" to burn. I like that show because of not only the period, but also because of its Preacher-like premise. The Preacher was one of my favorite long running comic book series. If I were more together I would own every collection, and not just the random bits I have. That's the thing about books, though, you can always go back and get more of them. Anyhow---although Clea Duvall makes a good villain, that story with her mother is too fucking creepy to revisit much.
I think my disappointment fucked my sleep up. Or my sleep fucked my disappointment up. Either way, I woke up disturbed at the two text messages I got that I didn't get until this am (sorry, love). I have this new home set-up thing where I have shoved all of the important stuff into one room, the only room that catches any sun. It used to be a living room, this room, but now it's like a quasi-studio bedroom thing. I have the tv in here for movies, and my computer in here because my fingers don't freeze. I also like looking out the window and seeing life bustle on. This might seem a little dramatic, but it pretty much is. I have lived in a basement for the past 5 years, and sun has been sparing and pretty rare, at best. Now I can literally roll off the chair at my computer onto my bed, pass out and watch a movie if I want. I have a little makeshift desk for the computer, and I am throwing out the old one soon. I have owned the same desk since I was in 3rd grade. I think my mother even has pictures of that Christmas, the Christmas I got my desk. I lived on Carousel Lane back then, in the lovely city of Colorado Springs. It's strange to have a possession for that long, some 18 years, and just throw it out. I think I should have done it a long time ago, but I have spared it its inevitable death every single time before. I could almost weep, but it's too fucking ugly anyways.
Wow, this was an exciting one. In two hours something I have been putting off forever is happening. I am not excited. My eyes are dripping tears in big globby drops. They don't like morning time, probably because my mind usually does. So they usually water and drip when they hit the sun or first glare of morning light. Even through this rain, they still water.
I think my disappointment fucked my sleep up. Or my sleep fucked my disappointment up. Either way, I woke up disturbed at the two text messages I got that I didn't get until this am (sorry, love). I have this new home set-up thing where I have shoved all of the important stuff into one room, the only room that catches any sun. It used to be a living room, this room, but now it's like a quasi-studio bedroom thing. I have the tv in here for movies, and my computer in here because my fingers don't freeze. I also like looking out the window and seeing life bustle on. This might seem a little dramatic, but it pretty much is. I have lived in a basement for the past 5 years, and sun has been sparing and pretty rare, at best. Now I can literally roll off the chair at my computer onto my bed, pass out and watch a movie if I want. I have a little makeshift desk for the computer, and I am throwing out the old one soon. I have owned the same desk since I was in 3rd grade. I think my mother even has pictures of that Christmas, the Christmas I got my desk. I lived on Carousel Lane back then, in the lovely city of Colorado Springs. It's strange to have a possession for that long, some 18 years, and just throw it out. I think I should have done it a long time ago, but I have spared it its inevitable death every single time before. I could almost weep, but it's too fucking ugly anyways.
Wow, this was an exciting one. In two hours something I have been putting off forever is happening. I am not excited. My eyes are dripping tears in big globby drops. They don't like morning time, probably because my mind usually does. So they usually water and drip when they hit the sun or first glare of morning light. Even through this rain, they still water.