Today like the lost last night
Posted on November 8th, 2005 by monsoux
Last night, theater night. By invitation. Big national festival. Posh people, intelligentsia. Simultaneous translation whispered into the earpieces, from Hungarian. I had serious concentration problems because of my limited (edition) attention span and memory of a goldfish. Following Scene Two I started elaborating on my panic attack. About things I cannot really control: reports at work, money at home etc. I slept like somebody forced me. And I dreamt about the jerk. Early wake up call and I was wide-awake in my warm bed, not very motivated to proceed. But I did. To no avail. The car refused to start. At least I was on time at work to deal with a crap load of… work. Today I have felt that most of my efforts were pointless.
my sweet boy, u’re loosing it could use a break
perhaps trying to hold on to the moment is something you should not try and do. letting it flow and signing cheques as they need to is something which may help. in other words you don’t have to stuff it all in one folder.