MY SLEEP PATTERN IS A LITTLE OFF LATELY. I SLEEP THE RIGHT AMOUNT, BUT, IN STAGES. I’LL SLEEP FOR A MERE 2 HOURS, AND WAKE UP AND BE UP FOR 2 OR 3 HOURS, AND THEN SLEEP SOME MORE. FEELS LIKE I NAP PERIODICALLY MORE THAN TRUE SLEEP. NO WONDER ALL I THINK ABOUT IS SLEEPING. I EVEN NAPPED AT THE LAUNDRY MAT. AWKWARD. LOOKING FORWARD TO NOT BEING HERE FOR AWHILE. I NEED MORE THAN THE TIME I’M TAKING THOUGH. I COULD PROBABLY USE MORE TIME THAN I HAVE. IT’S DIFFICULT TO ATTACK A PROBLEM, WHEN THERE ARE TOO MANY TO SEE. IT’S A BIT OVERWHELMING. AND TOO EASY TO BE SWEPT AWAY BY THINGS WHICH NEED ATTENTION. WATCHED A MOVIE LAST NIGHT… MADE ME THINK ABOUT A CAREER CHANGE. OR, MAYBE AN OUTLET. MY MUSINGS HAVE BECOME MORE AND MORE ALLEGORICAL IN THE LAST YEAR OR SO… MAKING ONE PONDER THE VALIDITY TO IT’S PUBLICNESS? IS IT FOR YOU, OR FOR ME? SOMETIMES THE POETIC LYRICISM I COMPOSE IS A RUNAWAY TRAIN, WHERE THE OVERALL WEIGHT OF THE THING ITSELF IS OVERBEARING THE SPEED OF WHICH IT NEEDS TO CONTINUE DOWN THE TRACK AT. THE PISTONS OF THE AUTO ARE A METALLIC BLUR OF HYPERACTIVITY WITH NO PARTICULAR DESTINATION… ONLY BACK, AND FORTH. IT’S THE PERFECT METAPHOR. IT HAS UPS AND DOWNS, YET, IS ALSO CYCLICAL IN NATURE. QUITE A NATURAL MECHANIC.

TODAY IS A NEW BEGINNING.

TIRED. HUNGOVER. NO CASH LEFT. THE DELI STOPPED SERVING BREAKFAST. GOOD MORNING!

TAKE WHAT YOU WANT. STEER THE SHIP.

TIRED… AGAIN.