Wednesday Wednesday

"Outside the street's on fire
In a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here
Don't write nothin' at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife
They reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
And not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland"

Without really knowing how it has happened, I come to realize that it is Wednesday already. I’m fairly sure Sunday was just yesterday. Years ago, when I was drinking, I was all to comfortable with the feeling of losing a couple of days on a rather frequent basis. However, it’s been almost sixteen years since I’ve had anything more than a sip of any kind of intoxicating beverage, so I can’t blame booze.

Gah….I just lost this nice, long post I’d been working on for the last hour. I give up. Not much of a post, I know, but that’s all I’m giving it today.

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