Lord I'm bored.
Lonely.
Broke.
The "vast wasteland" is more desolate than usual.
The T.V. Guide gave directions
to waterholes intellectually dry.
Can't get into reading.
A line of a poem comes to mind;
" ... but hell, what the hell
I say I don't
have to be happy
just have to be alive."
Just so;
I am alive,
healthy,
So, "Hell, what the Hell."
I guess I'll
Go to bed.
