I went and took a two hour nap after getting home from work so now I'm fucked. That's such a versatile statement. It can be both a good and bad depending on the context. I'm not smiling, moaning or enjoying the ambience, so it's safe to say it's has bad connotations tonight.
I remember when I lived in Chino Hills and would be trying to go to sleep on the top bunk. When I couldn't sleep I would walk out ot my mom and tell her I couldn't sleep. She would tell me to go back to bed and close my eyes and I would go to sleep. She didn't understand--and I was too young to put into words--that I had too many thoughts going through my head to rest.
Pure exhaustion is one of the safer ways to sanity.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
