brain dead April 22, 2008

apparently i can’t write anything that isn’t a cover letter. hellbent on getting out +

making it happen. keeping so busy i can’t stop to worry about the many ways in

which i could mess up. (apparently normal people don’t do this - which is probably

why they all look so well-rested.)

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spring is halfway sprung. words and ideas are swirling around in my head but the

problem seems to be directing them in an orderly fashion to the off-ramp. there’s

half a poem rattling around in there too but it’s pukey sentimental and far too

rhymey.  i’m in heat and suddenly my brain has gone to mush - figures.