up late, once more, with nothing to do and too much on my mind.
just one shot, but all the jameson memories flashed by… hangovers, candy, jagermeister chasers. temporary disconnections make life more bearable.
… and yet i await being plugged in for another tedious 8-hour work set, to be followed by waiting another three hours (if [...]

there was no post yesterday as i was temporarily trapped in a strange and ultimately megalomaniacal universe in which i mattered, but was unable to speak or otherwise explain myself to those around me.
and i’m back… with no noticeable differences, other than my ability to post a simple update.
work continues.
“americans are friendly people, but freedom [...]

and dawn comes thundering in, shoving aside the last yawning dreams, shattering the placid watershed of thought, stirring up dull aches and throbbing, scaring the quiet owls back into their retreats and ushering in droves of squawking social birds.
not that i slept, or had any intention of doing so. waking up on time isn’t nearly [...]

my thoughts for 2001:
(a) life on the street is cold and hard… you will feel the elements, find yourself unsheltered, and the cold will become a part of you.
(b) people are strange… some resemble animals in mannerism and appearance. i saw a lady that reminded me of a precambrian fossil… alive? something you’d find lurking [...]