sitting in what passes for an office here at the middle school while the wahoos practice their version of cole: a tribute to cole porter, or something like that. me, i'm listening to the cure and wishing i wasn't quite so enamored with easy money.
the black bag of discontent sits to my left, wondering when i will peel back the velcro and actually do something constructive. but i think it will be no time soon.
election day and i elected to earn money rather than cast a vote for people i despise and issues i ignore. that, and it seems i'm not actually registered to vote anywhere, though i swear i did that when i moved to norwood. what do i know. obviously not enough.
mind is wallowing in the shallows this evening, mirroring my mood. i shouldn't be writing feeling like that, yet here i am.
if only the tv here had cable. then at least i could distract myself with lorelai and veronica. will have to wait until tomorrow, though i'll probably not be tired when i get home, so who knows.
short paragraphs tonight.
really wish they wouldn't leave the door open to the auditorium so i didn't have to listen to what's going on out there. denial is always best.
writing group tomorrow. no idea what i'm going to share. no thoughts on projects. only know i need to write something more than these scattered thoughts taking up cyber-space.
told you i shouldn't be here.
been up and down so often the last couple of days i'm afraid i'm going to end up getting the bends.
seriously, how hard is it to shut the damn door? not everyone enjoys listening to the mangling of cole porter.
testy, testy. don't take out your own issues on others twit.
are you still here? reading this? masochist.
"Only this one is straining away, straining away all the time to make something of itself." and the strain's so bad that every nineteen hours i sometimes lie in my bed and ponder how short i fell of my goal today. and wonder how much more straining lies ahead.
have i mentioned how much i love "our town?" one of my favorites. so much truth there.
have i mentioned how good i am at some things?
have i mentioned how manic/depressive i can be?
caution: this all only makes sense if you are in my head. which is not a place to enter lightly.
not much left of the week. primetime tomorrow. shortened bells on thursday for a social studies test. reg'lar day on friday, then i head up to columbus/mount vernon for the weekend. going to see spleen friday night. might meet up with susie if t'works out. then the drama hullabaloo, followed with my first serious playing with roxane (my trombone) in half a decade? could it be that long? geesh.
must...r...s...v...p....
picking up tickets tomorrow for the otr christmas show. looks like it will be me and everyone from the columbus area, no locals. but then it's easier for them to get tickets.
i have no idea where this is going but i feel it should end.
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Tunes: whiskeytown - midway park
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Hi Thurman!
(You kind of have to hear my voice. But actually you can't hear it because I have laryngitis. So you'd have to hear the voice inside my head. But then, if you did hear that voice, you'd probably die of either shock or laughter. And I don't want you to die, so...nevermind.)
"my advice to you is to start drinking heavily" Bluto (John Belushi) ANIMAL HOUSE 1978
"manic depressive"? Is that what it's called these days? My friend, you need to get over it. You are in a far better place than I am. I am SOOO envious of your situation. Except the whole OTR thing, THAT I can live without. Forget all the alt/indie tracks you place on your blog, you should just have an album listed, "melancholy and the infinite sadness", that's by some pumpkins, right? Cheer up... you could be me!
Good advice, Brent! (and JBelushi)
But I find it mostly unsatisfying when someone reminds me how much worse it could be.
So how was the advent preparation? Is that redundant since advent IS about preparation?
Living with the in-laws is very trying...is that hammock set up in the guest room???
With all due respect to chris, what am I supposed to say to Thurman? "buck up little camper"? What do you say to someone who is in a funk? Sure being in a funk works for James Brown, but Thurman isn't in THAT kind of "funk". "Unsatisfying"? Whatever. If Thurman is happy being unhappy that's the Eoyre in him. Maybe he just needs to find his inner Pooh and go for the Honey. Do you find "honey" satisfying Chris?
THE TOP TEN THINGS THURMAN CAN ADD TO HIS BLOG TO MAKE IT A HAPPIER PLACE
10) puppies, dead ones
09) Tom and Katie's wedding pictures
08) the roster of the Pittsburgh Pirates
07) obituaries
06) pictures of dead flowers
05) picture of Michael Hutchence at the 1988 Grammy awards
04) anything "cleveland" (the city, not the character from Family Guy)
03) tribute to Bo Schembeckler
02) R.E.M.'s "it's the end of of the world as we know it"
01) ANYTHING!
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