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Summer zombie

(Jun 21 7:01 p.m.)

Nothing good happens at 2 in the morning… but here I am, a zombie.  My sleep schedule is… not so much a schedule.  But I am getting some sleep.

(Jun 21 7:02 p.m.)

It’s hard to get anything done these days, tired in some way or another.  And then… I have nothing to do.  For days on end.

(Jun 14 5:46 p.m.)

But that’s not true.  There are still things I ought to take care of; I just hate being alone.

Life is tough, but it is never pointless.  It’s going the same direction too far that winds up a dead end.  I’m in need of interaction, and with substance, but I lack substance.  Either everyone’s busy or I seem to mess up the equilibrium of things.

(Jun 21 7:02 p.m.)

Nevertheless, it is officially summer in the U.S.  And a mild summer so far, hitting maybe 84°F in the week, and getting down to the 60s at night. Continue reading Summer zombie

One of Two, One of None

Yeah, so this blog won’t be deleted; the tally was a tie: I voted Nay, and TBF voted Yea.  Sonofa—

Yeah, so I’m starting another sentence with, “Yeah, so.”
So I can’t call myself real.  Not with the mess I’ve left.
So I’ll instead leave you with something I’m more used to talking about for the past three years.  And then it’s back to poetry ’n’ sh…  trying to make up for my mistakes.

And I’m writing this with extreme muscle/nerve pain on the left side of my neck, unable to move my head to the left or backward.  This comes after a small nosebleed, extreme prejudice against an Italian bread loaf (and like the video game characters, exploded all over the kitchen) and three hours seleep yesterday.
That’s what I get for being me, a person of ‘irritation’ and of ‘no value.’
Not being real, this pain shouldn’t be real, right?  Let your freak flag fly… you freak.

Yeah, so I think the Non-Disclosure Policy just exploded too.  Surviving is Cristian’s dying hard drive.

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