a bookshelf sinks into the sand
& a language learned & forgot,
in turn, is studied once again
it's a shocking bit of footage
viewed from a shitty TV screen

notes

late night early morning on 2007-03-11

I hate the time change. I'm barely moving this morning.

I went to bed late which I've been kept hearing all week, "go to bed early..."

I went shoping with Dad and Doris yesterday evening. They picked up some groceries for me. Actually, I did that part because Doris wanted me to get stuff that I would eat.

It was a rather sluggish trip to Wal-Mart. Becca came along and really, I couldn't wait to be alone with her.

Somehow, a combination of Wal-mart and my Dad makes me sleepy. But of course, I didn't go to sleep after that. I should have, but I didn't.

Now I'm dragging. And I know if I have a big breakfast I'll go back to sleep. Only, I have to go to work this afternoon so I can't do that.

It really been a beautiful weekend, but I haven't been able to really take advantage of it.

I did get a chance to talk with my Mom, though. They have a pregnant donkey. She'll either have a lil Jack or lil Jenny, possibly by Easter.

I mentioned to Mom a little about Becca. It felt odd talking about her because I never talk to her about that kind of thing. It felt awkward. And well, even more so when that person is in the room with you that you speak of. Who's smiling and can't wait for you to get off the phone.

i'm not that guy