Monday, October 23, 2006

Octopus at the end of his rope

I really cannot take it anymore. Something good may or may not happen tomorrow. If it does not, I really will have to consider driving the Intrepid into the L.A. River.

This level of anxiety and stress cannot be good for the system. I think I can feel my brain eating itself in despair and worry.

I haven't been on the bus in weeks. What have I become?

2 comments:

Toddy said...

take heart.
the bus is still there.
and it misses you too.

K. Widge(r) said...

OG, come visit Brooklyn for a weekend. It'll restore you.