It’s a billie holiday kind of morning. Overcast, Sunday, just me. Thoughts, too many thoughts. Thoughts are not real. That’s a problem. We believe our thoughts make up our realities. And I disagree with that. My cup of green tea is real. My messy hair is real. Billie holiday’s voice in my CD player (I don’t do ipods) is real. Tiger still sleeping is real. Let’s keep it logical and rational, folks. Keep the illogical and irrational to the emotions. Whats real is that I woke up feeling quite lonely. Yes, living alone has its downs. The ups are many. The downs are few. But when they hit, it’s a good slug to the stomach.
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