Mindsweep

I am alive
I am clean
I am mid-hippiness
I am made down
I am let up
I am entertained
I am free of sleep
I am inventive
I am peaceful
I am all but alright.

I don't know what all that just was. I wish Ali left the Regina Spektor album at home and not in her car when she left for work. I miss the mac book. I miss ichat. I am a complainer. My lungs hurt.

I have made up my mind. Do I want to? I'm good, all's normal. Pretending to be alright is a specialty. Quinn is learning how to bark, so he takes out his voice on me while wrestling with a pillow four times larger than him.

"A memory of yesterday’s pleasures, a fear of tomorrow’s dangers, a straw under my knee, a noise in mine ear, a light in mine eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a Chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayer. So certain is there nothing in spiritual things, perfect in this world."