And The Radio Man Says
It is a beautiful night, out there.
As I was driving to work this morning, I noticed the concrete wall mural to my left as I waited for a light at 16th Street and Thomas. I've passed the thing countless times, without granting it the mental bandwith to even form an opinion. Today, I thought it made the neighborhood look more urban than before. It made me feel like I live in a big city.
I wondered how it would look in a photo, perhaps with a girl in the left side of the frame, ignoring the camera.
I feel tense and anxious, still wound-up from my work day. I am constantly being bombarded with requests and demands. I stay in hyper-vigilant mode because I try very hard to please everyone. It makes me edgy, and I get frustrated when I have to halt a project because I need information or cooperation from another party. The responsibility is still mine, even though the other person has caused a delay.
I have been playing a little rough with the other kids. **Fife** gets the worst of it. He's certainly not the least deserving, but I intend to be a little less cruel.
Still, hours after I've logged off and closed my office door behind me, I feel as though some invisible virtuoso has just drawn a bow over my muscles. They hum in an open note that continues to vibrate in a long, low wave.
The stream of profanity that has been spraying from my mouth at random since 8am seems to have run dry--or, at least, to have returned to the confines of its former banks.
This morning, the DJ on my favorite station made a comment about seeing Tetris in his dreams after playing for too long. I suspect he has been reading my journal. Just in case this is true, I would like to address his news story about the transit of Venus, thusly:
No, retard. Venus is not any closer to the sun than it usually is. It only appears to be crossing the sun because its orbit comes between our point of view and the sun. Read a fucking book. You are much less funny when you try to pretend to be smart.
I can't wait for vacation.
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