Down, But Not Out...
I wrote a poem for Eike's compilation. I feel a little better for having written it.
I've not been much of anywhere, honestly. I haven't felt like doing much else besides going to the infirmary [Stallion's still there - I got a chance to talk to him and that made me feel better] and grabbing take-out from Mamie's.
You know, I just realized something. I remember the other day, I mentioned to Hugo that I hadn't seen Nash since I had come back, and Hugo said to me that I should go find him. If I apply Hugo's advice to this situation, then logically what I should do is find out what I want to know on my own. I mean, if Nash isn't going to tell me, I'm reasonably sure that there is someone else who will. Enough of me moping around - it's time for me to actually get out there and do something.
I've not been much of anywhere, honestly. I haven't felt like doing much else besides going to the infirmary [Stallion's still there - I got a chance to talk to him and that made me feel better] and grabbing take-out from Mamie's.
You know, I just realized something. I remember the other day, I mentioned to Hugo that I hadn't seen Nash since I had come back, and Hugo said to me that I should go find him. If I apply Hugo's advice to this situation, then logically what I should do is find out what I want to know on my own. I mean, if Nash isn't going to tell me, I'm reasonably sure that there is someone else who will. Enough of me moping around - it's time for me to actually get out there and do something.