Complaint

I’m tired.

I’m cranky.

I’m Oscar’s favorite grouch.

Nothing nice descends this mouth.

My thoughts are wretched, foul.

I did NOT get enough sleep last night.

My neck hurts, I slept awkwardly.

Oh Good Friday, get well for me…

Jazz Hands Snapped

“If it gives you bad vibes, burn it!”

–Rahsaan Roland Kirk

…sometimes my thoughts feel a lot like this song.

In unison, off to several directions.

Racing and Pacing.

No wonder I have trouble sleeping.

Where have my dreams gone?  I’ve lost them to this song.

Racing and Pacing.

Smoking Cloves…

and they no good for me,

but neither are bad dreams.

Luxury Vacation

Slept deeply last night

went over to the other side of the bed.

It was interesting and wonderful

I woke up rested , refreshed, and ready for some grits & eggs.

I couldn’t help but wonder, why I don’t go over there more often.

And then I immediately remembered…

because it wasn’t “My Side“.

However, I feel I will venture over there more in the future.

Specifically when I’m low on cash and need a break.

Naturally, this is a misnomer for based on that logic

I should be over there damn near every night!

Withholding tax refund season, or as I like to call it- Adult Christmas.

Good Morning Breakfast.

Hello Wednesday…