Jay Yard

Randy told me that my ex, lil Randy, called him regarding his hospitalization. I was at lunch, in my car. Just what I wanted right now, another love in the mind. It's another trial of quieting my mind. While trying, I search the degrees of separation that still connect us; I think I'd rather not know. Even though I don't think of him that often, a strong survival instinct tells me not to entertain.


"Now...you say you're lonely
You cried the long night through
Well you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you.

Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river...
I cried a river over you.

You drove me
Nearly drove me
Out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember
I remember
All that you said
Told me love was too plabeian
Told me you were through with me

And now, you say you love me...
Well just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river...
Cry me a river...
I cried a river over you...."
-Julie London (1955)

I talked to Byron on the phone. I'm going to his place on Friday to change my brakes. I hope the car makes it that long. My body is retaining the stress that this car shit is bringing on. Tonight's cure is going to bed early. Tomorrow and the next day I have not thought that far into, but I'm hoping that Dream Dinners will fill my evening with enough energy that it exercises this demon stress.

I've been challenged to write a novel in the month of November. It's an interesting concept. See for yourself: National Novel Writing Month

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It's that yucky time of the year again.