9/30/03

Day in Limbo

Today was just the kind of day that I could never really enjoy, the kind that spins along like sandpaper on my psyche, we drove back from Tulsa last night after playing a church and having dinner with the ever so charming Steve Harvell. The drive was like a self inflicted torture chamber, I couldn't seem to get all the things that I think are messed up in my life out of my head, they just stewed like pickles in brine, something about autumn, introspection, long drives, and sad songs to make you numb, and that is how i sit tonight. I have been sitting here contemplating doing something for an hour, but each time I start to get some steam built up I realize that I have to leave in a day, so nothing gets done, nothing fixed, nothing created, nothing nothing, I am surprised i actually started typing, but I guess I am not surprised I haven't written anything but complaints, my head is filled with fuzzy images of lines and dashes, (lines are not a reference to any illicit drugs, it was a reference to the lines and dashed lines of most roadways, I guess i could have just said, "my head is filled with images of IH 35 between Austin and oblivion" and then I wouldn't have to clarify myself by using these () things, and I wouldn't have used as many words, hollow words they are) I need to shut the hell up, you people out there in Internet land don't need to go to this site and get bummed out, you can go here Darlink, so I will shut up, cheer up, and return shortly with some Inane story.

C.D.