Wednesday, March 23, 2005
rain now intense slapping against the window glass. freezing winds blowing through the cracks in this poorly constructed apartment. should go to sleep but i'm wound up with caffeine. hope and worry battling it out in my mind and guts. a little sunshine would do wonders.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
after midnight....cigarette after cigarette....many many months of unemployment... waiting for the mailman like my crazy grandma carol used to, checking the email ten times a day, picking up the phone that doesn't ring just to make sure it's working....lots of time on my hands....room full of unfinished paintings....notebooks full of poems that need some serious revisions....movie after movie on the vcr. earlier tonight it was woody allen's manhattan and now it's key largo....insane with songs in my headphones.....so much to do, too much time....still cold in chicago, locked up inside with cabin fever on the first day of spring