—- Paul McCartney 1965
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I’m tired, I’m sore.
Feeling fat, inadequate, unloved.
Unlovable.
I haven’t played my guitar in over a week.
I have written a song in FOREVER!
My throat feels like I’ve got another of those random, stupid, non-stop spasms of phlegm-laden shitty-assed coughing bouts coming on…
Eeech!!
Eeech!!
Eeech!! Eeech!! Eeech!!
Aaaaaaagh!!!!!!
Yup, MAN! I hate that shit!
Yesterday, was a slamin’, hard day at work. Non-stop.
Right from the start, my oh-so-very-stupidly-put-together-manifest had me pulling out all I had to just get going.
All I had.
I had it all.
Everything anyone could possibly want! Is what I had.
Meaningful challenges bringing out the best in my abilities, interesting interactions with intellects anyone in their right mind (like YOU my dear reader) would give anything to have access to…
Moments of joyful camaraderie with precious souls, singing their praises to life and love and living in this here and now…
Now!
Now I’m ready for another day.
Thanks for listening, see ya tomorrow.
Tomorrow…
Heh…
Blessed…
m(___)m
