12/30/09

I sit in the bathroom staring at the wall. Trying to think of anything besides what's on my mind. Between the lack of sleep and the early morning stagger to the bathroom, my mind races. I notice the patterns on the wallpaper kinda look like Henry Wrinkler in drag. When you squint, all sorts of shapes emerge. I play with my cell phone, erasing memories and familiar ring tones. Hopefully it's not starting again. I hope I can maintain some sanity this time. Some dignity.