this is not a good day
… ok, look again … this is not starting out a good day
yeah, that’s more accurate, i suppose.
what matters though, is it currently is NOT a good day. bad night of almost-sleeping. too many ancient ghosts. tired of being alone and being too old to do anything about it.
then there’s my hands. i looked at them this morning. i mean REALLY looked at them. they are his hands. it’s bad enough looking like the man but did i really need to inherit his hands?!?!?!?
|i’ve always treasured my hands … probably comes from being a pianist/keyboardist and some from the fact that i make my living (such as it is) using my hands at the computer.
but this is insane
these are OLD MAN hands
i know – we all age. fact of life. yadda, yadda, yadda.
and maybe i’m overly tired. ok, i AM overly tired. doesn’t change the fact that my life is going nowhere. maybe a good thing i’m single … who wants to share a life that’s going nowhere???
no. this is NOT a good day.