While driving to work today, I saw an old television set sitting on the side of the freeway. On the screen, written in very beautiful lettering, it had the word: LIES
I hate the commercials at xmas time. Like I am really going to buy you a car or expect you to put a second mortgage on the house to buy me all those diamonds.
If I cannot get a bladder augmentation, then maybe I will get one of those tubey-container-things that you can use to relieve your bladder when in the car. There are too many desperate moments while stuck in traffic.
I saw Tom Brokaw cry today on the morning news.
Then I began to cry.
PMS is real.
There is a housefly in my cubicle. I can hear him humming in the middle octave, key of F.
The Sanskrit word for "war" means "desire for more cows."
Last night I could not fall asleep; too many thoughts. This morning I could not wake up; too many dreams.
Somewhere a clock is ticking.