I'm struggling with this stupid white space. I had this genius run going on in my head about various misunderstandings between men and women, and by the time I'd loaded up the editor (about 5 seconds) the whole chain of thought had shattered. The comments function stopped working earlier. I don't know why. I'm wondering if that was really Shoshana who wrote a comment, or one of the select group of trolling lurkers I've collected in my forums. I'm wondering about tommorow and whether or not I'll be in a good or bad mood.
Is it true that I never say "I'm doing great!" when asked? Am I really that cynical? Beaten-down? I dunno.
I'm thinking about lost loves and my spider Vein and late night TV. I'm eyeballing my insulating tape and wondering about heating bills. I'm drinking water instead of whiskey. My fingers smell like tobacco, lemon, and mint, like a Virginian hotel bathroom only sweatier. My feet are cold. My blanket is hanging from it's ceremonial spot above the heater, ready for the standard hour of insomnia and assorted hours of fitful sleep.
I smiled today and my lips were so dry they cracked in three places. I feel like I tried to eat a razor.
Posted by Matt at December 8, 2002 03:23 AM