Discombobularity

it’s beginning to feel as if i spend as much time fighting with mac vs. windows issues as i do actually writing anything. font sizes may be working now. but really who knows? i’m in such a state of despair that the muse of discontent settled upon me with sad rhymings.

i am so hungry i could eat a squid
and jesus is getting jiggy with the mayo
my father says i’m a very bad kid
he’s just mad cuz i won’t obey — oh!
the wheels on the bus go round and round
but the monkey in the back is screaming
he’d really like to but he can’t sit down
cuz the fish sticks can’t stop dreaming
it is so sad that things are thus:
the man right there in the greasy pants
is most certainly not Locke’s Gus
yet singingly, he does the dance
i’m just a rhinestone cowboy
oh dear puddin’ come to me
you make this life a pure joy
for jesus, the mayo, and me

i pray this woe will lift soon. it’s all a matter of discombobularity however, and no one can really know what turn bob will take next.

Sleeping, Writing, Thinking

i hate when i can’t sleep. ok, partly, i have a headache; but also, i’m just lying in there thinking about all the things that i should be writing and am not. when i come out to the keyboard are any of those brilliant sentences still in my head? of course not. i can’t even completely remember what the sentences were about. i guess one of the more important things was trying to figure out how to explain what on earth i’m doing here. writing this stuff that is. i want to refer to an email rich sent me, but i need to write him and ask if it’s ok. writing that would require way more concentrating than i want to do right now though. hmm.