Rail, rain… close enough. It’s been raining since who knows when this morning. It’s varied from a light rain to heavy. I haven’t heard any thunder or anything. It’s 67 degrees supposedly, it’s damned cool. Normally, I don’t mind rain but that means I’m stuck inside and it’s depressive. I don’t need that right now. I’m supposed to be laying in the rain with my Ms. Sexy X. It’s bullshit that I’m here. Oy vey. How I wish, how I wish you were here.
I had a woman ask for a “Lex A R, One jigga-byte card.” I was soooo tempted to ask her if her car required 1.21 jigga-watts of power. I bit my tongue, like I do oft too much.
I saw a picture of an old man with a bird resting on his arm and then head. I couldn’t figure out how the hell he managed to get a bird to do that. He told me he raised the bird when it fell out of its nest. They keep it in the house every day and let it go every night and it comes back every morning. I thought that was really neat.
I don’t know what to do now. My chest hurts but not as much. It picks up when I go into work and I try to breathe and think happier thoughts which seems to help. I’ve resisted taking any aspirin thus far. I keep telling myself things will be alright. They will be but it just takes time… which is a bitch. I hate time - how it always works against us.
It doesn’t matter, it’s all whatever. She’ll say the word and I’ll be there. I just have to wait. And now I wait my whole lifetime, foooor yoooou.
