i suppose if the insomnia, uncertainty, over-workedness and what not keep up, you might just get to hear about my trip to memphis. i haven’t forgotten about it, i’ve just been lazy. i thought for sure it was my job that was stealing all the words (tends to happen when you’re a corporate writerwhore). but maybe it was working two jobs. now that the bowling alley is done, i find myself wanting to write and write and write some more. i also want to clean. of course, i realize it’s all my way of avoiding the truth and the thoughts i don’t want to think.

i’ve been doing quite admirably. keeping myself busy and upbeat. it only hits me at night when i know i have to stop or die from sheer exhaustion. but during the light hours my mind stays occupied and i am unsad.