today i’m

singing johnny cash in my head, loathing tepid coffee, reeling from spending a weekend in the rain, missing preaching, starting to read jpod, wondering why the umpire shoved me last night, wishing i was writing something substantial, completely clueless as to what that would be, loathing horse-hair plaster, in hock, tired of peanut butter, sick of rain, aping coupland’s juxtapositions, sending crooked river burning to an unsuspecting friend, contemplating a conversion to wordpress, believing tony soprano is the best tv lead ever, hunching over my desk to avoid detection, wanting to share more stories about work, afraid of getting dooced, almost ready to take a shit, committed to not taking jpod with me, hesitant to check the box scores, abhorring the taste of maxwell house, leaving you to procure a cup.

what's up with you?