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I need to start writing in this blog more.. It's just something that never crosses my mind.

Right now I feel as though I am reliving this boring hour all over again. This is the second time it has been 2:37 because I forgot to set the clocks back last night due to daylight savings. Between 2 and 3 is such a useless and insignificant hour today.

I think I will spend the rest of my life hopelessly trying to be a mix of Charles Bukowski and Hunter S. Thompson, with more of a Chuck Palahniuk perspective on drugs/alcohol.

Another solid night of vivid nightmares last night.. This time, 10 and a half hours, actually. I can't decide what is better.. Being able to sleep (with nightmares) or having insomnia (with no nightmares). I guess I can look on the bright side of being well-rested, though, it doesn't make me feel any different no matter how much I sleep.

The phone is ringing but I'm ignoring it out of fear that it is once again a recording of Barack Obama for the third time today.. Although I am an Obama supporter, I wish I could put my number on an "I'm already convinced" list or something.

Skimming Wanda Coleman's Bathwater Wine.
"At seventeen, Daddy hitched into town two
jumps ahead of a noose as the century slumped
into its thirties. liberated since the age of eight,
his greatest gifts were rhythmic hands, stalwart
eyes and major league lungs"
Wow is all I have to say to that.
I wish I had something that meaningful to offer the world.

Right now I'm staring at a tree across the street whose leaves don't seem to have changed at all since Summer, but I guess there are always going to be some exceptions to Fall.