i've lost some enthusiasm
for the clothing graveyard,
at least the one in my garage
a few days ago i mined a goodwill, and i found it very good. we gave
a pair of pants to emma and said pass on this pair to kent. that night amber
sang a song for kent
involving his name repeated over and over...
i wondered,
what does it take to get visitors in this town?
somehow, i've scared everyone away. i need to read a book. something that'll
help me overcome this problem. i discussed acupuncture with my friend Dawn,
who is a practitioner. I was feeling bad about our visit, she's one of the
few who do, cause i think i dominated the conversation with my problems. My
incessant financial problems. She said, "Acupuncture's going really well."
And then I launched into a ten minute long account of what ailments i'd like
treated with acupuncture. I hate how I do that, I'm not even aware.