FEBRUARY 1988 - I can hear a siren, and someone in the alley moving or rummaging around.

JANUARY, 1988 - Monday. Fox & Goose Open Mike. 8:30 sign up. Number 11 on the list.  wait, warm up, watch, wait, chat, warm up, wait, sleep, play.

THOUGHTS ON 2018 - engage more. say yes. jump in.

CONVERSATION IN A FOLDING CHAIR, 1991   They come here because he likes to fish. He goes down to the lake early with his cooler. She does it to make him happy.

One hour has passed since I sat down to write. So far I've read, stared out the window, and played guitar. I really don't know a cure for this problem.

I'm tired but I don't know if I could fall asleep. Birds chirping. Starting to get light. Dawn. Don't experience that too often. 

Saw Nick Cave last night at The Warfield. Jonathan Richman opened. 
Nick Cave is a total badass. That was established beyond a shadow of a doubt. 

Woke up at 6:15 with a tense jaw and headache. Sucky way to start the day. Went on a walk. Just had oatmeal. Going to drive the kids to school. Last day for both. Last day of high school for Isabelle...

OK, so here's the deal: I'm tired of fussin' with these blog posts every night. So this will be my new approach...

TODAY

i am not a flurry of creativity
i am not a wave of inspiration
i am not a fire burning brightly

Fifteen percent of what you write will be funny.
 

My phone died a few days ago. As soon as it did, getting a new one felt urgent. Being phoneless made me anxious...

Been a while since I've written. Got a lot to get off my chest (weird saying). 
My sloppy handwriting is really annoying me today.
And I can't get comfortable.

Been in bed most of the day with the flu

Eventually what you're looking for will appear. I would never have come up with the title I did by staring at the screen. Only by making the list...

I just got home from Davis. I'm going to take a shower. I'm feeling a little run down, so, just in case I go to sleep, I'm writing this post, that's not really a post, but technically it counts.

S.O.S. (Sense Of Self) - how i see myself vs. how i describe myself vs. how i feel about myself. are they consistent?

Everything terrible is something that needs our love.
- Rainer Maria Rilke