\ngood morning. it’s a bit past my bedtime, but the roast beef sub i had at midnight keeps returning (it’s the onions). so i tweak. all night i tax blogger’s web servers with tiny template alterations and style sheet touchups. i am insatatiably curious, but lazy and undisciplined — a combo that leaves me comfortably unsatisfied. not comfortably numb; i don’t want to lose my curiosity, i just don’t persue it, much. <\/p>\n
staying up all night is not so bad — it keeps me out of the world and away from… from people? so i post a weblog. this really is like mumbling in the subway: know me know me know me know me know me know me know me, but… don’t come near me. those wild-haired subway lunatics and i have a lot in common; we’re all stuck in isolated prison cells aware of the world and unable to engage it, aware of each other down the halls or through the walls, and gaining some half-assed sense of companionship from that, and always afraid to be released. “don’t hate me cuz i’m beautiful,” i hear the pretty boys on the street call out to each other in mock indignation, disembodied voices intruding through steel-barred windows, and sometimes i want to lift myself and glance at life, sometimes i don’t. <\/p>\n
i don’t hate you cuz you’re beautiful. i hate me.<\/p>\n
alright, ’nuff a-that. time to take a nap, reset the neuro-chemicals to a better place. time has turned us again to face the sun, and i need get me cheerful for that, or for what’s left of it after i awake. good night. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
good morning. it’s a bit past my bedtime, but the roast beef sub i had at midnight keeps returning (it’s the onions). so i tweak. all night i tax blogger’s web servers with tiny template alterations and style sheet touchups. … Continue reading