REINVENTION TIME...
...yet another yellow headache...helped a good friend of mine move into her new apartment...and this all some how sort of gets me down: moving always does...
...and I'm feeling quite Jack Kerouac today, like his later days when all of those loose rhythms in his head started winding down and the city streets seemed cracked and gray and the clouds puffed a brown haze that covered the sun and the ocean began to talk to him...
...good friend Trace can tell that I'm down: so much so that she makes lude gestures at me through the review mirror as I'm following behind her with my sand-blasted eyes: maybe she senses the lack of creativity that has left me in a shell for the past few weeks or she can read that I'm just sad about the whole ordeal of moving while I'm feeling sorry for her pets, her mother who just passed, and I'm feeling so far away from my own family and friends...
...and the more that I help her in the move today: I feel like white-trash. Back end of my car looks smashed...interior could use a heavy cleaning...my hair needs cut so much that I'm beginning to look like the late-Elvis and my whiskers are beginning to bug my face...
...I feel like filth today...missed the fireworks for the third year straight...
...and today I'm feeling like I need to put on a new wardrobe...to take another shower after another shower...jump into clean bed-sheets and sleep away the day...
...today felt sort of like a Sunday: who will I wake up to be tommorow? I need a change: THAT'S FOR SURE.