11/13/06
Shit, I still have shopping that needs to be done. On Saturday I forgot to buy extra virgin olive oil. Plus I forgot to buy Listerine. The fucking list was in my breast pocket, under my hoodie, and I still fucking forgot to buy those two items.
Shit, I still have shopping that needs to be done. On Saturday I forgot to buy extra virgin olive oil. Plus I forgot to buy Listerine. The fucking list was in my breast pocket, under my hoodie, and I still fucking forgot to buy those two items.
Plus there's a set of long johns which require purchase for the upcoming winter season.
bad thoughts but no bad news
So I was thinking about just quitting the whole daily heptapod.org gig. If you could tell, gentle reader, my heart hasn't been into the site for many months. Yet there have been bright points which have kept me going, writing something every day or writing something for every day. When all else fails then there are the dreams.
Why? Lately I don't feel I've been truthful or forthcoming as I aspire. Most of it comes from cowardice. All that anxiety, all that fear is just redirected in a different way than being afraid of being killed or succumbing to some horrible fate.
