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

super cold on 2008-01-20

My throat hurts a little. Ok, I have a cough. I'm not feeling all that great. The weather is horrible. You just do as little as possible.

I hate winter.

Becca is ok now. Its me who's sick. As he should be. Wouldn't it?

Its been a lousy weekend. Really wanted to see Cloverfield this weekend. Neither of us felt up to it.

I practically had a panic attack going to Wal-greens just to get me some allergy meds. I should havw wore my snowboots. Instead, I was in my flannels and hoodies with my hightops on. Freaking froze to death. What was I thinking?

I wasn't thinking.

I kept thinking was a stupid idiot would be out here in this artic weather? Me, of course.

That was yesterday. I ain't going no where today. I feel down right useless at the moment.

Becca wants me to try some whiskey in hot tea. We'll see how that goes. Maybe.

i'm not that guy