Good day good day. Two false wakings, then up in time for lunch. Church with Cooney, as well as coffee, ocean state joblot, and stud art ( beedazzling for badasses).
Remorse is my word for tonight, not for anything for today, but for the things that I've had to say farewell to in the past year, for the fact that this is not the first time that I've said farewell to this thing, this person, this human. Perhaps not remorse, perhaps sorrow. Sorrow for actions that repeat themselves. Sorrow for good intentions and weak movements. Sorrow for being confused about the same thing over and over again, even though the answer is clear as day! Sleep is good. So are freshly cleaned sweat pants, and a new white v-neck t-shirt, All for sleeping of course, sweatpants never leave the house!!! Never never! Put on the levis and go to work, thats in the morning!