Waltz one-two. Step one-two. Got high last night. Got mighty blazed. It's all getting very old, very quickly. I could be a party animal. If I didn't get bored so easily. It's all happening to smooth now. There's no 'hunt' to it. No effort. "There's nothing worse than a druggie whose lost their ambition,...their motivation to get high." (INDEED) So moving on. Slowly of course. I have 4 days to make something of myself. To get back on the wagon. To start the 12 steps to a happier life. So this is how it goes. I think now I'll write a short poem. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beating heart Falling apart Sweeter days Never stay Falling rain Passing pain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "And I'm spent." So today we are going for a nice little ride around the isle. Good deal. I'm sure we'll get to see many o wildlife. Pigeons. Chimpmunk. Maybe even a rabbit. And that will be that. So my life comes down to a sweet, red apple. APPLE. I've grown quite addicted to the sweet fruit. The object of Eve's temptation. I can understand now why they sinned. Apples are fucking good. Sweet, delicious, granny smith apples. Of course he got me a red one. He's like a dog. Pictures click in his head and he follows them. CLICK: Apple CLICK: Red-Apple CLICK: Beer And that my friends is how a man's brain works. I ate it though. Ate it all up. And enjoyed it. Because I'm Eve. No, wait. Or am I Adam? (HaHAHaHAHaHAHaHAHaHAHaHAHaHAHaHAHaHAHaHAHaHA) So moving on. This weekend will blow. I got homework to do. Studying to remember to do. And a stupid guy to yearn for. Oh, how full my time-th be. "Dancin' like I've never danced before...maniac, maniac for sure." DFN.