can't seem to motivate into my pants this morning.
futzing around on sneakyfreak.com and wondering how to show sorrow for and to people that i haven't seen in over 15 years. i wan't somebody else's words to cry out for me. i want to not deal with the fact that everybody we love, and that we don't love, dies. Thomas Lynch, poet extrodinaire and author of The Undertaking really makes it clear when he says bluntly "We have a perfect track record, 100% of us die" this is paraphrased because i have actually lent this book out too many times and it has found a new home. You should read it... now.. or the next time you lose somebody dear. It is comforting, at least the first several essays are... he starts repeating himself after that.

i ought to get to work. me and my sometimes bleak outlook.