Messing around with my Template, still haven't got one I really like. This is a nice, cool feeling light on dark look. Has a place for links. I'm going back to BlogSkin.Com and try to apply another one.
:: Tom 1:14 PM [+] ::
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Listening to: Here Comes My 19th Nervous Breakdown
Feeling: Like I'm speeding my brains out
Wondering: Wha' happened
What a good Stones' song! Also Huey Lewis and the News, "I Wanna New Drug." Actually I gotta new drug, Lexapro, new improved version of Celexa. The Doc gave me a whole month's supply, (I get this fish-eye lens view of a sleazy character out of a Kinks video sticking out his long arm and saying, "Here, take two of these." Or "Outside the door, they're here for more..." I gave him a copy of my first CD, "Finally Somewhere" and left. Reminds me of a cartoon where in the first panel the guy is thinking to himself "You know this guy Bush, you have to give him credit..." Next panel he exclaims "Wow! These new Antidepressants are strong!"
At the Library today. Don't know why we're open today. Classes are over, exams are over, School is officially closed tomorrow. I guess this is the last chance the students can turn in their overdue books. The Library is moving to a new, modern facility on Monday and Tuesday. Next time I'm here I won't be here, I'll be somewhere else. That will be on Jan. 6 2003. That will also be my one year anniversary here. Hooray!
:: Tom 10:17 AM [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, December 10, 2002 ::
Wheels
It truely bothers me when I write about "powerful adversaries hovering over me." It comes and goes, not really sure what the trigger is...stress mainly I guess. Stress and guilt. Guilt is a knive driven into my heart by stress. The resulting pain causes DID. I disassociate. I seperate. I become a child persued by a demon. Rough stuff. Today is better.
Dressed in: Light green single needle tailored shirt, Blue-Green/Red patterned tie. Khaki slacks, black shoes.
Listening to Emmie Lou sing "Wheels"
We've all got wheels to take ourselves away
We've got telephones to say what we can't say
We've all got higher and higher every day
Come on, wheels, take this boy away
We're not afraid to ride
We're not afraid to die
So come on, wheels, take me home today
Come on, wheels, take this boy away
Now when I feel that my time is almost up
And destiny is in my right hand
I'll turn to him who made my fate so strong
Come on, wheels, make this boy a man
We're not afraid to ride
We're not afraid to die
Come on, wheels, take me home today
Come on, wheels, take this boy away
Come on, wheels, take this boy away
Copyright 19?? Irving Music, Inc. BMI
Feeling: Hopeful
My friends? Oh, there's Dale in LA, he's a college professor with a screen play to sell. I've known Dale for almost 40 years. When we're old and grey (he's already grey) we're going to open the Dale and Tom Home for Unwed Fathers, for old hippies like us. He has a farm in South Carolina ready for us to move in. We would sit around and play guitar and write poetry and entertain guests like Margie and Pam and Don McMahon and Ian Tyson and Jim Kweskin. We would build an ampitheater in the woods. We would hold benefit concerts and $500 a plate Bar-B-Que Dinners. The artsie fartsie crowd from Charleston would appear and discover us. We would be featured in Newspaper articles and become an offshoot of the Spoleto Celebration. But we would retain our folksy, at home demeanor. Anyone who reads my blog would be welcome.
:: Tom 10:38 AM [+] ::
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:: Monday, December 09, 2002 ::
Boss is off all this week, Yea! Should hear about the ReFi this week, that will help with finances.
Wearing: Dark blue buttondown with red and yellow stripes and red geometric tie.
Feeling: Happy
Listening: to Beatles' Abby Road
Powerful adversity is hovering over me, ready to pounce. Occasionally it trips me, ready to descend into my life, yet it holds off, happy to just bother me, not cause any great calamity. I think if it did that again (It did do it once, along time ago) it would be severly punished.
Ooops, got to go to a meeting.
:: Tom 9:45 AM [+] ::
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