La Rev

Really, though, I need to get a job.
And I will, it's just a matter of time.
More days like today: 8a-4p in
front of the computer. Searching, writing,
sending will have to yield something. So now
I'm sitting in my La-z-Boy recliner,
writing and drinking, the fan is blowing on me—
all I'll read anymore is declared fiction; the
rest is just bullshit and subjective propaganda—
and I'm in my denim-colored boxes that La Rev
bought for me though I reimbursed her and
also I'm wearing sky blue sox from the Gap
and reading glasses and I'm a little warm and
I could use a shave and I'm g-d dehydrated—
after just one stiff drink I'm pathetic about that—
so I'll go out and see if I can't scrounge up
some water at least I'm not hungry.

This entry posted by J Rand : 12:16 PM