Curtains
The toilet won’t shut up.
But
what will motivate me up and
out of bed? It’s
3:03pm. Erin
and I went to a backyard
filmfest out near Irving & 9th
on Friday night. It
says right
here that it was fun, but I do
not remember it. At
all. Ex-
cept the mosquitoes.
And
purchasing repellant and
watermelon Schmirnoff Ice
with which to watch.
But
Erin’s short film I still
have yet to see.
Some-
thing didn’t go well with
the DVD player.
Later,
I met up with some flirty
friends at The Cinch.
And
then somehow wound up
at Dragon (for no more
than five minutes, though;
attempted too large an
argument on the phone...)....
Timing. Are all nerds
losers?
This time it was my fault
for certain. The
toilet still
sings like there’s no tomorrow.
I sit up in bed, its sole occupant