More snow is upon us. The night is quiet save the intermittent hum of the furnace. There's a dog curled up next to me in about as small a ball as one could imagine a 42 pound mutt getting himself into.
It's 11:11 now... but you know that won't last.
And it didn't.
My body feels tired in a good way... the fierce cold of the weekend pushed me towards taking a couple days off from running and instead relying on the gym and a Bikram yoga session for exercise.
My head feels as at peace as an insomniac's head can feel after the hour of ten o'clock... meaning I think I'll sleep well tonight, which would make two good nights of sleep in a row... which would be nice.
My refridgerator is stocked with the spoils of a successful trip to Trader Joe's... a week of healthy food and drink.
Jon Voight is a Republican?
i think i'll write in lower case letters for the rest of this entry... i hear all the cool kids are doing it.
it does make me feel much cooler. as cool as the other side of the pillow.
i've been looking out my window tonight hoping to see a ufo like the one that's been sighted in texas.
the word texas looks weird without a capital t.
i haven't seen a ufo yet, but i'm going to keep looking... faith is a strange thing, certainly it is (in paul simon's (the musician not the former senator) words) an island in the setting sun... and quite possibly also in the rising moon.
one of my friends described kobe bryant as an "aging rapist."
not sure why, but that strikes me as one of the funniest things i've ever heard.
i've decided i really like the foo fighters.
i feel like steven wright right now.
only with more hair.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Naked walls and threadbare clothes Quiet nights and silent ghosts The windows breathe, the tile's cracked The faucets leak, the silver's black The light has gone The light has come And I'm still here The light has come The light has gone And I'm still here I'm not going anywhere To the east, the waters break And memory gives what sorrow takes To the south, the buildings rise And sorrow means that we're alive The light has gone The light has come And I'm still here The light has come The light has gone And I'm still here I'm not going anywhere To the west, the river flows Into the darkest hour we've known When promises were taken back Beneath the moon and railroad tracks The light has gone The light has come And I'm still here The light has come The light has gone And I'm still here I'm not going anywhere