Hello. My oh my how we have procrasti-nate-d writing in our little online journal. Where you been? What's happening? I thought we had a deal? The books are broken, you're smokin more than ever, - what's up? A new place is what's up. It has to be will be the stand. Possibly an ordered existence isn't what's possible for my artist personality, but it sure as hell can stand to be a lot more healthy. I hate hate hate the gut and the curdled ripple of my sludgepack stomach. I hate hate hate the thumping of my heart and the need to concentrate on my breathing so I don't have a friggin heart attack. My arms are like noodles hanging from my shoulders. And I want more sex!!! Give me a break. I wouldn't be clawing to get those clothes off. Damn you can be biting some times.
It will make a difference with a new place and a new start. I do have initiative to change things in my 33rd year- my jesus year. I'll work out. I'll keep good work schedules. I'll manage my expense accounts. I'll have to as it's going to be expensive there. I need to set new goals. I can quit smoking. I will get into shape. I'll become a better business man. I'm no kid anymore. Except I want to be. Maybe that's why all is so.
Nathan
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