i think i will be posting a lot of poetry soon; i just found a bunch of papers from the year with little things scribbled all over them. most of it's complete shit, but i like to have a record.
it's now 4:00 and i've done nothing all day, just stared at the computer screen, laid on the floor, read, and drawn posters. when i step back, that actually strikes me as kind of funny.
i need a mission; i want a cause. something to work for.
i also could really use a neck/back massage- i woke up in a funny position and my back muscles are all knotted up now.
sometimes i just like to write down whatever floats through my mind (with the obvious censorships), and this seems like as good a place as any. sorry to anyone who actually reads this though, but i guess it's a way to see how my mind works at this moment.
also, a couple at church is pregnant. i am jealous ;-)