I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS.

seriously, is it tomorrow yet or is it still yesterday? And when you're awake for most of both how do you know when it's cross over time? I suppose today is tomorrow by now. 1 more hour. just 1 more. 3.5 more and it's 24. (4 if you count the off and on almost time to leave super mini-nap.) Oh i've got the headache that just wont quit. I think the music last night was just so damn good that something inside still aches from it. well, that and the deprevation. sleep.

work between the hours of 2 and 5 am is just plain silly. no one needs this shit. no one needs miss perky fucking 430am who doesnt know how to turn her coputer off. no one deserves that. no one needs the customer service oriented drones on 5 hours of sleep. people who ask how you are mechanically and don't leave response time. people who call you so they can put you on hold. i still need to bomb that damn muzak building. seriously, it's like right across the street. someone, anyone, help.

the fucking nutcracker. who wants to listen to this on hold?!?!?! oh now here we go... smooth jazz. move over kozy, this is boston marriott bliss. and here i was thinking a little blinking green light could never make me cry.

I'm exxagerating. It's not that bad. Well except for the muzak bit. that's all true. I've just spent too many hours in front of this computer. so long in fact i think it warrants another visit to the idoc. ohhhh why does everything have to be so white and glowy???


oh the times almost up. meanwhile. old notebooks: found words-

Obsession & Infatiuation
The Solace of a Small
White Pill
Tiny Tastless
Neatly Packaged
A Bit of Comfort
Encased in Shiny
Plastic
Shrowded Voices
Swallowed Down
Eased by a Sip
Of Cool Water

a bit of ink & a change
of pace.
a new reflection & a change
in place.
untarnished yet unclean,
complications unforseen.
bereft of even a wisper
of certainty.
still spun to far around to know which way is
up.
to lost to tink at anything other than
random.

it is all just a matter of
something
unknown & unlooked for.

...'that perfect combination of woman & car. that chemistry that no lover could match'...
I'll make it fit.

It's tomorrow and I'm spent. Fingers crossed for the drive home.