Boat.HSE
We worked on the boathouse today. Things are going slow. I am constantly tired, and I don't know why. I think I have some sort of insomnia. I am looking for something, I just don't know what it is. I have no one to blame but myself. This is the same feeling I seem to get every winter. I think I need company or sun...because I am looking for a way out, but I have none. The only outlook is Spring and her green leaves, and maybe the comfort of a young woman for a night. Nothing more, nothing less.Trackback Pings
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This is the permanent home of Boat.HSE. I wrote this post at 09:00 on November 29, 2001. This post is part of grubbykid.com, a weblog. If you liked this entry, why don't you read some other posts such as War is important for consuming or I hate this fucking city? Or you could go to the site archives or return home. All are good choices.
