Wendesday too

Anne Boleyn says: They say Mary wore a red dress to her execution, but her head fell off the same as all the others. Of course that was after me, I've only heard.

Wednesday

Banana.
Beans.
Different color beans.
Peanut butter and jam.
Butter on bread.
Diet ginger ale.
Not even hungry.

Not a lady.

I don't feel bad for gay people who kill themselves.
I don't feel bad for anyone who kills themselves.
It's sad, and unfortunate.
But I don't feel bad for them.
King Jeremy the Wicked
Ruled his world.
Jeremy spoke...

Four friends in one day. Excellent.
Excellent seems to be my word of the moment.

Now that...

I sort of understand how this works, expect further remodeling.


kmc

Today's Best Thing

I watched it this morning. I also saw it a few years ago. You should watch it too. You don't have to watch it twice.

Tuesday

I am the Duchess of Malfi.
I am trying to figure out how to sleep and not exacerbate my ridiculous shoulder injury.
I am missing my friends that deserved to be missed.
I am not missing my friends that deserve to be missing.
I am missing the people I never got to know.
I am trying to find my Art Institute membership card.
I am Daniel de Bosola. Either way
I am not surviving the whole play.
I am trying to get my car out of the mud.
I am the thing.
I am colder than is prudent, but
I am not uncomfortable.
I am not reading The House of the Seven Gables.
I am not reading millions of books right night but I should be reading The House of the Seven Gables.

I was making a list. That is all
ye know on earth and all
ye need to know.


O,
I am gone!
We are only like dead walls, or vaulted graves,
That ruin'd, yield no echo. Fare you well.
It may be pain, but no harm to me to die
In so good a quarrel.
O,
this gloomy world!
In what a shadow, or deep pit of darkness,
Doth womanish and fearful mankind live!
Let worthy minds ne'er stagger in distrust
To suffer death or shame for what is just:
Mine is another voyage.

Monday

A lady at work, her train had really lost the track. I shrugged and said "It's monday" in an apologetically silly voice. She narrowed her eyes and said "It's always." Her ice killed my jokey demeanor, and we stared at each other for a long time. She didn't say goodbye. I didn't either.




"I believe in the good of life"

That's just a song lyric I thought I'd post. Realistically, the jury's still out.