down in the depths

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