learned helplessness parts 36 and 263 - cataloged somewhere between prayer and leaving crystals in rain and moonlight.

You know, screw it all.

I'm pressed again, and this time it's just to steal a few minutes of nothing. I need to practice in a few and I've done the lawn work I'm going to, so it's sit and minute and try to say something wonderful under pressure.

Nothing comes.

Life goes on. I want the leisure to write something. I am grateful that most of my friends aren't mad at me for being unavailable. Sad some are. C'est La Vie or whatever. Not trying to worry about who supports and who demands. Gonna run again.

Lately I just wonder where the bright guy I thought I was is hiding. I'm suddenly the cranky, old, opinionated guy.

Lots to say, not today....


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