Early December Blues

No beer
No cigs
No buzz
On edge.

Sitting in a hotel room in the south of Puget Sound.

Do I turn to books again for the third night?

I've read 500 pages in the last two days. finish one book, feel empty, start another.

I don't feel as if I have a choice, it's compelling.

When will it end? Do I want it to, I think not..........

It's an adequate distraction when you're trying to keep yourself healthier.
(and by healthier I mean I'm not having any fun)
Putting words on a screen or on paper always seems to help some.

Mind
Races
Non-Numbed brain thinks too much
sometimes not enough
No OCD trappings to fall back on

This all feels like something someone other than myself would write.
I hardly recognize sober me when I'm traveling.

Maybe Kerouac would understand better my predicament(thanks Angels!)

Thompson would never get it

Burroughs would laugh

dylan would just write a song.

Later on me amigos