three accidents on two different freeways on the way home from [r]'s tonight. good grief. slow down!
but i can't think about those things. i've got judy garland in "everybody sing" circa sometime in the thirties i'm guessing --and ashamed i don't know for a fact.. being that i'm always squawking about how much i love judy and that time. ooh but fanny brice is in this.. heck, everybody is in this! the good witch of the west.. or i mean.. what was her name? and tons of others..
but what am i doin
what was i tryin to say
hey swell! the actor that played ebineezer (sp?) scrooge plays judy's dad!
i was going to journal about something but i can't get at it again. this always happens
ok maybe if i work out the things in the way. what was i thinking on the way home.... i was thinking about the rain-- the rain and the other cars on the road-- and i was thinking about ghost voices over a radio station or an in-between frequency-- and i was thinking what-the-hell-am-i-going-to-do about all this stuff i have to come up with? and when am i/should i be writing this--
ok. this is gimicky. nothing is getting anyplace.
tonight i wasn't all there.. i wasn't all there.. i wasn't. i finished the book [j-wary] let me borrow. the one called coffe n' kung fu. it was-- something i could relate to. there were some really choice moments and scenes that played out. i liked it. it was what i needed. a bit of a pick me up. but i couldn't help but draw parallels.. that isn't unusual. its just.. i can't help but think that was one third the reason i wasn't all there when i was supposed to be.
this entry is going to the dogs. i've got to work tomorrow.. luckily though, no classes. just driving and driving and more driving. sometimes i can't stand it to think about it.
i'm so distracted. i'd like a cookie or something soft and yielding and not-so-sweet-but-sweet-enough. i'd like to sleep for ages. i'd like to wake up on my own. just poof and, "oh look its morning. how 'bout some english muffins." i'd like to stretch out. i'd like not to hurt or feel raw somehow. i'd like to sing. i'd like to float. i'd like... sink my hands into-- something.
ah hell i can't think. i'd better just get off this run-away ..oh holy schmolies. thunder n' light'ning n' stormy weather --and me with no sweet serenade.
~off~
23:33 - Thursday, Apr. 01, 2004
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