Jul 19, 2002 21:34
Funny seeminglycareless tossing around of careful words not to me, but I won’t worry about it because that would be obsessive and I know I’m eversomuch worse about the same. I’m not jealous or a control freak, I am just insecure.
There’s a story going through my head. There usually is, here. Too much time spent waiting for the relatives to get into and out of the car and such; it leads to thinking which leads to stories and the best way to relieve stress is to write them but that’s not good; I admit I do use eating to relieve stress, idle snacking, and that’s what poetry can be. That’s not so bad, though. This is more like binging for that little chemical buzz it gives you, and that’s not good at all.
Unmitigated gall: disregard for prop!er punc.tu-a!tion: playing with semantics helps like pushing on a stressed muscle; not so much, but slightly. What’s with me and physical metaphors today? Chris Meehan makes the best metaphors ever! At least it seems so at four AM having not slept more than 4 hours in the last 4 days. I’ve been sleeping so much lately, and by lately I mean today: there aren’t better things to do.