Saturday

I'm awake.  It's early.  My friend Rosie is on her way and I am supposed to take her to the airport. She is off to campaign for Barack Obama in North Carolina.

To be honest, I'm lovesick.

I hate that word.  Its grossly inaccurate.

Every morning, I am awake at 4:30.

I've seen 14 sunrises in a row.

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Why does this keep happening to me?

I am the victim of fraud again.  Goodbye VISA check card.

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The Wolves (Act I And II)
Bon Iver

Someday my pain, someday my pain

Will mark you

Harness your blame, harness your blame

And walk through

With the wild wolves around you

In the morning, I'll call you

Send it farther on

Solace my game, solace my game

It stars you

Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane 

And run me through

And the story's all over you

In the morning i'll call you

Can't you find a clue when your eyes are all painted

 

Sinatra blue

 

What might have been lost -

Don't bother me