Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Our discussions don’t boast too many requirements, and as long as you breathe and have a working pulse, well, come sit at the table. Something that’s useful to have, however, is a minimum level of brain activity, which I sorely lack right now.

Ever want to bang your head against the wall repeatedly? No? Maybe I’ve shared too much. On certain days life’s little troubles and trifles crescendo into a miasma of stress, leaving you in a strange state even after it subsides. It escapes words, you know? All I can tell you is the pain from ramming your head into some plaster would lend a kind of clarity to everything. You’d get a fresh start, a new beginning.

Unfortunately, I don’t even have the energy to drag myself to a wall. Let’s try again tomorrow.