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couldn't buy strings, had to stay late at work, dog tired boss, got lots done for tomorrow, hope it ain't busy tonight, i'll be able to take it easy tomorrow, well, there it goes, it's gonna be busy...

i'm not bummed, i feel, serious. there's a difference and i need to stop confusing the two. i need to quit hiding, i'm too big and too old. hiding is a child's game, false bravado and posturing. i...

    gonna buy some guitar strings tomorrow.  gonna, i don't know.... oh, oh, play guitar. do a thing i love. ha ha, that'll show the bastards.    "what bastards?"    quiet you.

life can happen to me or i can happen to life. i am not going to sit back and wait for the next thing, i'm going to go find out what's heading down the pike. i'm tired of talk of passivity....

bored and antsy, sitting here with the fuzzy monsters. they want tuna, i wanna write. and besides, they already had tuna, and i have'nt written. reading about John Adams. he might be the...

to go from sleeping on floors, to sleeping, if lucky with a bloody paineroding the humanity away.curling and writhing against an ache,an ache so hollow, an ache all consuming,i drank away the pain of...

well, here we go, try it again, to say, this is the end,of the drunken times, of the worst of times,and the use of drull rhyme.

i need it

  i hate the world right now.i hate it for loss, and other things, but mostly loss. as bad as i feel, i know it could be worse. i hate to say it, but, it happened because i'm drunk.and i got me...

     these last few entries are not me. i used to joke that when i got drunk, i wasn't there. sad really. seeing this was kind of good for me. reading it, though painfully embarassing, even...

God, kill me. c'mon, we both know it'll probably be the best thing ... for the both of us. i know a little bit about You, You know ...eveything. You've done the math on Inflationary Theory... Yyou...

there is no height to the sky. i feel, as anyone should have, that neville chamberlain did more to change the world than that horrible opponent of his. i feel that james madison as a soul is dead....