let my spirit carry me.

i couldnt handle it anymore. it was like a burden on my body causing physical grief. my eyes no longer could process every day life that is typically an easy task and my brain slowed down to static noise. nothing mattered. i had to nap.  so i took a nap. i know my dreams were amazing and fantastic. something about driving a wild distance and not having a care in the world. it was so pleasant and i woke up to mad vibrations. my phone was ringing. i refused to answer mainly because i did not know who was inconsiderate enough to wake me up. it wouldn't have mattered if i did know who it was- few people rate high enough for me to wake up for. 
i've just remembered that i love the steve miller band. i should rephrase that- i enjoy the music i do not know the entire history of the band- i don't know where they are now or whose band they have played in. i don't follow pop culture and if you ask me to identify a fact or a face i will shrug and probably smoke a cigarette. i don't know. but i do know the music does fancy things to my brain and it arouses fancy feelings.


todays work was so exciting that i wont try to make anybody jealous by sharing. there was some pie i was so fucking excited about eating. but lackaday! it was growing an ecosystem or something. mf'er. time for subways i think- i am over the initial excitement of waking up confused.


oh yeah, also i almost ended up at the hospital or something. during some play fighting, mike's knife became engaged as i was crawling on his back. i didnt necessarily notice until i felt like i had been stabbed. so i rolled off dramatically, clutching my rib cage. turns out i only cut myself a little bit but it drew some blood and i went on about my day. that'd be a stupid way to die, is all i'm going to say.