frozen like the surface of lake superior in winter
the silence chills one's bones. it's cold out here in space.
i'm kind of pleased to announce that i have finally quit drinking. wasn't precisely doing me good. causing more trouble than it was worth, and whatnot.
i've spent some real time soul searching, thinking of what is next in my life. should i continue along the path of eventual destruction, building on the foundation of sand that is my limited view and education? or should i return to that bastion of humanity, the University, and try and become something more?
more so, should i pay my phone bill or my student loan? maybe both.
oh, i sold my car. don't really need it much anymore, as i have no social life whatsoever.
work work work work work, busy little bee that i am, far from pointful. far from eloquent. far from impactful.
far from poopin. (/humor)
the wound on my leg (there's a wound on my leg from two days ago) is still bleeding. 'tis a slow bleed, to be sure, but it is worrying me greatly. this is decidedly not a good thing.
i become more tired every day. sleep no longer refreshes the mind or renews the body. is this age settling in, or is the cot just out to get me? it could very well be either, as the cot is not exactly comfortable.
or maybe i just miss being able to sleep in a room with someone i trust.
or maybe i just miss being able to trust someone. but that is my own fault, now isn't it?
too many burnt bridges. too many points of light bearing down on me, as trains in a tunnel, rather than beaming down on me as stars in the sky. too many missing or alienated friends.
i'm old. i'm tired. and my hair isn't dark anymore. however, my leg hurts, and i am decidedly more witty than two years ago.
hello, gregory house. goodby, zero.
i'm kind of pleased to announce that i have finally quit drinking. wasn't precisely doing me good. causing more trouble than it was worth, and whatnot.
i've spent some real time soul searching, thinking of what is next in my life. should i continue along the path of eventual destruction, building on the foundation of sand that is my limited view and education? or should i return to that bastion of humanity, the University, and try and become something more?
more so, should i pay my phone bill or my student loan? maybe both.
oh, i sold my car. don't really need it much anymore, as i have no social life whatsoever.
work work work work work, busy little bee that i am, far from pointful. far from eloquent. far from impactful.
far from poopin. (/humor)
the wound on my leg (there's a wound on my leg from two days ago) is still bleeding. 'tis a slow bleed, to be sure, but it is worrying me greatly. this is decidedly not a good thing.
i become more tired every day. sleep no longer refreshes the mind or renews the body. is this age settling in, or is the cot just out to get me? it could very well be either, as the cot is not exactly comfortable.
or maybe i just miss being able to sleep in a room with someone i trust.
or maybe i just miss being able to trust someone. but that is my own fault, now isn't it?
too many burnt bridges. too many points of light bearing down on me, as trains in a tunnel, rather than beaming down on me as stars in the sky. too many missing or alienated friends.
- or friends hiding in their room in another part of denver, never talking to me
i'm old. i'm tired. and my hair isn't dark anymore. however, my leg hurts, and i am decidedly more witty than two years ago.
hello, gregory house. goodby, zero.