Three remarkable things

It’s 10:56 on a Sunday night, soon I will go to bed. This is remarkable because I haven’t gone to bed at 10:56 on a Sunday night in probably 20 years. I’m going to bed because I am plum tuckered out. I drank too much tonight and last night too, and I drank too much on Thursday night. This is remarkable because I have not drank too much on three nights in one week for about 10 years.

I will tell you one more remarkable thing before I go to bed and read the new book that is tickling my fancy called, well, I can’t remember what it is called. I thought it was called The Secret Life of Great Authors but googling didn’t get me anywhere. Regardless of my inability to remember the title, the book is of the fancy tickling variety. This means that tomorrow when I am well-rested and rehydrated I am going to tell you all about my love affair with Edgar Allan Poe. Yes, it’s a little somethin somethin for you to look forward to.

And another thing, this is that other remarkable thing I warned you about, I started writing in a paper journal again, you know the old-fashioned way. I love it. No, I LOVE IT — all caps. This is remarkable because since I started some eight years ago, I completely abandoned the paper and the pen method of saying stuff. I tried intermittently to start up again, but mostly failed. Instead I started this sort of dialog with the faceless Internet (some of whom now have faces) and stopped writing to myself. This is really sad because there are things I tell my paper journal that I would never tell the Internet. It feels good. It feels better than good, it’s like hugging someone you haven’t seen in years good.

I’ve been a journaler since I was thirteen years old and I told that ballerina diary about how Jenni Trunnell was totally mad at me for talking to Mike Crosby and he wasn’t even her boyfriend and it was so unfair. GOD!

Okay, I am seriously going to bed. I got all wrapped up in reading old entries that were about old journal entries, because I am my own biggest fan.

(Visited 25 times, 1 visits today)


  1. Peabo 19.May.08 at 9:47 pm

    Dude, I’m so proud of you on so many levels. The drinking, the Poe, the journaling…brings a tear to mine eyes.
    My favorite Poe:
    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride…

  2. Jodi 19.May.08 at 9:49 pm

    Oh Annabel Lee, god I loved that poem. It was my favorite.

  3. Peabo 19.May.08 at 11:38 pm

    I think that part of the reason I’m still single is because I find it totally romantic that he would lay on his wife’s grave all night. Come to think of it, that might be my funeral director side too.


Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.