Friday, October 17, 2003

Too Tired To Dream. It's early, this night...moonless, sirens, intermittent rain...I am too tired to do anything.  So I sit at the computer, exercising the mental nano-muscle that is all I need to surf the net.  I don't find anything.  The thing about patterns is, they repeat.  I'm not sure how to recharge, right now...everything remains undone.  The halfway mark in any run is hard.  You know there's as much ahead as there has been behind, and that what's behind wasn't easy, not at all. I need to sleep.  I need this night to be over, and I need some daylight.  Within I have a little coldness, a little anger.  There is a sheer weight to wasted time. Repeat after me: Half full. It's the past, and it's even distant.  But so are a lot of other things. 9:22:40 PM     | comment [] | trackback []

Stupid VPN. Is down, I have a ton of stuff to check in, and I can't.  So I will just go to bed, which I should have done about three hours ago.  But I am stupid that way. 2:45:31 AM     | comment [] | trackback []