Today I lazed around in self pity, in and out of delusions.
Then I decided it was ridiculous to feel so low about something so transitory, so I wrapped my splint in a towel and took a shower.
Today, victory has a clean scent.
I also broke out the watercolors.
I'm dropping Chem
need to send transcripts to Chico
love my typewriter
sad about not being able to take photos
missing the rain
the smell of fires
the blue of the moonlight
If I was talking in my sleep, I hope it was fearless and courageous.