Radiohead 04.02.98
09.06.98
8:38 PM
Every once in a while, something happens to date you and
place you somewhere in life. Marriage perhaps, or moving, or a new job,
i dunno. The other night I became reaquainted with a childhood friend.
It was weird because it made me realize how divergent life is, how far
paths lead away, but how easy it is to cross again. We had I don't even
*know* how many years to catch up on...
So I came home four hours after I'd planned to, with
plans for monday hooks.
Amazing how several hours of life can be sterilized and quantified into so few sentences, but words defeat me constantly. What is it about age that destroys inspiration? I sat down to write something, *anything* three nights ago and nothing came, not even a single thought...they come and go like butterflies now, always out of place, always fleeting. Anything that sticks long enough to register dies away when confronted with paper or keyboard. Whining and moaning doesn't do shit about it, I know, and all ppl who write go through dry spells, but it seems the last several years have *all* been part of this drought. I haven't had a short story for about two years now, and any decent poems (if any ever have been decent) in about six months. Ain't life a shit-hole?
A movie like _The Wedding Singer_ can be very depressing seen two times in one night when yer hopelessy single...but shit me if the weddin date in that movie wasn't my birthday!? Is that a sign or something? Odds of 365/1 I guess something like that had to happen eventually, but it's super weird to me.
Still trying to get a hold of Tracy...next door neighbors kid is on the phone with my sister now and I'm calling Tracy once she's off...They were over for dinner and I inadvertantly dialed my sis's numbr when I meant to dial Tracy's, had little to say at the time, so handed off to Jennifer...
I can hear her talking now.
So Tracy was home and we maybe have plans for Wednesday.
WIll know more later prolly tommorrow as she was just on her way out the
door when I called...
My recruiter went to Oaklahoma, to smooth over his marriage
if my guess is correct so I have to wait for his return to pitch my car.
Oh well. Hopefully he's back in time...
9:06PM
I'm outta words.