The Perfect Machine

i don’t remember when i went to sleep last night, almost like that horrible feeling when you wake and are like “oh no what did i do THIS time?” after, of course, a night on the town..

how did i get home last night? is another good one.

who are you? is of course, the classic.

sometimes i just crack my self up.

i feel great again today, up early to a shortage of coffee and i got out the door quick

and back again. it is a gorgeous autumn afternoon, sun is out. not too cold now.

and, thank heavens the moaning wind has died down.

i wish i did not have this blank, i talked to patty i know, and then it is like i just blank out, i do not remember the end of our conversation, or what i did afterwards, and why do i have all this blood on my hands?

excerpt from my blog 19OCT 2009….