the home stretch

alert

This is worse than I thought.  State of mind that was once holding steady at Code Orange (Reckless Shoe-Buying) has now deteriorated to Code Magenta (Impulsive Haircut).  Say a little prayer.

a simpler time

an open letter to myself

Hey there,


Please stop eating Ruffles for lunch.  This is a decision you will always regret.  You will ride the Sickly train from Mild Anxiety all the way to the last stop, Self-Loathing.  Go to the gym.  Endorphins will make you feel better.  And if you keep up with stretching you can stop hunching over your desk like a vulture.  Your back won't hurt so much.  You're slipping into procrastination again.  If you do what you say you'll do you won't feel the guilt mixing with disappointment and the potato chips in the pit of your stomach.  Buy some vegetables.  You like them.  We can talk about the shoes that cost a third of your rent some other time.


See you around,
me

above the clouds

Being good at things is a nice feeling, closely followed by the desire to get even better at those things.

disgruntled

It seems the 'world-class institution' that employs me is the only place open today despite the 'snow'.  Roads are dry, but I still had to scrape off the shell of ice encasing my car with an old key card from the Boston Park Plaza hotel.  Also, city of Houston, guess what happens when you sand the roads two days before the apocalypse?  You get sandy curbs.  It's going to be 65 tomorrow.

Today: a silent film

In the words of Liz Lemon..

Things are HAPPENing!

[Christmas Day, '77

I stopped in Baton Rouge at a Holiday Inn.  A man came up to me and said, "Hey.  You see good?  Read this number for me."  He handed me a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.  I read the number aloud as he dialed, then heard him begin talking.  He said, "Called you to see if you'd let me come by and mess around.  My mother is in a home.  She can't walk.  My brother and I are on two hundred acres with no one to talk to.  His wife left him.  I got no wife.  That's why I'm calling.  I got a new brick house and two hundred acres."  The difference between us is that he'd made a realistic assessment of matters, and had a sense of possibilities and limits.  As for me, I assessed little or nothing, but just wanted to record my thoughts, even the most negligible of them, like a poet.]
Time Out of Mind - The Diaries of Leonard Michaels

quiz

This is:

a. Just before the ritual animal sacrifice

b. A rooftop bar next to the Empire State Building that provides free Snuggies*

*This is the only time I will ever be seen in one.  I don't care what you say, Rivers Cuomo.