There are some feelings you think will never end, and it really is amazing coming down (or in this case, cheering up) when you once had underestimated time and the importance of other things in life.
I mean. This is life. I am going to pack up all of my things and move to greener pastures.
Hell, I am going to finally trash the shit that was left on my doorstep and use the box to move to my new place that's gonna be in south philly (15th and moore).
Actually, probably not because it's too small of a box. Ah, well.
....ffffff.
Why am I still thinking about this. It's not even worth my time at this point. But it's late (5:10 a.m., gddmn gddmn!) and that's when my consciousness is vulnerable.
My brain is supercharged right now for some reason... probably because I've actually had time to do the things I want to do lately-- I just keep thinking of the past day, of the past week, of the past month. And the future future future future.
I've been reading comics, listening to Toy Soldiers practice in their dungeon basement, singing more, looking at old photos, reading poetry, thinking of the lives of doctors (oh hey there Dr. Phil) and brains and plagues, album covers and Superjail's awesome character design and development, zines, drawing and drawing every day. Now if I can just get to playing some games of chess at Rittenhouse, hang out with some friends I haven't seen in a while, and get started on reading a new book,
fuck.
I'll be as happy as a clam.
And maybe if I could get a freelance job or something for extra cash. But zines might help. Who knows. I doubt freelancing is gonna happen right now.
Butholyshitit'sgoodtobemotivated!!andnotdesirousoftheoppositesex.
I really hope there isn't any kind of connection between those two things cause that can cause problems.
I have hope. Nicole does too. Even though we are married.
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