Jittery
We have to stop meeting like this.
Or…
It’s Pixies, tonight. Where is my mind? Still kinda jittery — that’s been a ghost around me all day. That and coldness. Skimmed bits of Fight Club (which stirred up the Pixies yen). Now, it’s mostly dark. The candles have gone out. Almost everything is shut down in here. I’m finding the stereo remote by touch.
The desire for sleep is pressing through earlier tonight. Less cohesion in the word-flow. Man. Do I need a hair cut.
It has been an odd couple of days for me, and now it’s October. I don’t know what to think about that. Cohesion again (and lack, thereof).
I need something that I can’t quite put my finger on.