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2002-03-08 - 3:38 p.m. -
rough day today
started bad & has gone only slightly uphill since.
i hate days like this.
i�m glad it�s friday.
perhaps the weekend will put me in a better mood.
don�t want to do much lately.
feeling very off my pace.
like the gears of my mind aren�t lining up right.
making a lot of noise but not getting anywhere.
feeling very un-me lately (if that makes any sense)
it�s like i�m kind of me, but part of who i am is sleeping in.
the downer is that it�s the part that does cool stuff
like writing & making art & being social & not acting like a putz.
i need something to get me going again.
something to jump-start that part. my wife is doing all this cool stuff, writing a book, writing music,
staging shows, playing out, tracking down old friends.
i feel like i�m stuck on the flip side of the coin.
feeling like i�m being left behind.
its like i made space for her to do wonderful things
but forgot to also make space for myself.
now, when i do get space, i don�t know what to do with it.
i�m wondering if i need a sea change.
maybe i just need some uninterrupted sleep.
tonight, i�ll settle for a night out.
see you at the coffeehouse.
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Today�s Stats
Coffee Count: 4 mugs
Cigarettes: 12
Candy: 2 Lifesavers & 3 lemon Smints
Now Playing: some American Indian net radio station
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�One of the surest of tests is the way in which a poet borrows.Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest.�
--T.S. Eliot
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