Molto Agitato

I don’t have a lot of time. I’m at Panera at the mall. Josh Kalichman is here for a couple days, crashing with me on his way back from a week in KC. A reprise of lost fellowship, a breath (albeit fleeting) of fresh air, an homage to better days, contemplating the elusive means of recapturing the “epic-ness” of those times, filtering the bad out of the good. Bonfires and good conversations. More on that later.

So yeah. Presumptuous f(r)iends and family, internet cockblock, blown opportunities, economy in the gutter, being told what I “should” do, apparently letting people down, running out of memory on my laptop, Westboro Baptist Church, mosquitoes and ticks, rude people with an incapacity to see a third-person perspective of themselves, canceled plans, idiotic traffic, sore hamstrings, Craigslist job postings, FOX News, too much caffeine, not enough caffeine, systematic disconnection from all things beneficial to my self-esteem, and frequent nightmares of cumulative exacerbations from the past three years. Spending the extra coin for two-day delivery on my vital new power adapter for my laptop only to have it take the normal delivery time. Not enough time to even make a coherent thought on my blog, much less proofread for mistakes. Tumbling head over heels down the slippery slope of misanthropy until landing square in the saddle of a zombie horse on this crazy carousel of anima.

That’s it, just keep pushing me… just keep pushing…

”No more drugs… for that man!”