gone murderous/ blank-eyed and staring at white

Good-bye my old friends. Bye Darren and Kevin. Bye Jodie and Blair and Drabble. Bye Chris and Chix
What is this week; so lonely and obsolete in view of it all.
Then one spare hour surfaces and catches you well off guard, but alas- all the loves are away tonight.

Apparently I share insomnia-plagued sentiments with other lj-homies, and thus refrain from elaboration...insomnia is insomnia, yeah?
Apparently the piano is not passionate and magnificent when the player has no muse or reference from which to project any such affect.

Cell 1033 in Education is open to the public for visitation tonight if those of you left in the city are not sure what to do with your time. I will be here from 8:00- whenever I lose it. I am heading home for a few hours to work on a paper that must be sent away ASAP, but then I'll come back.
Also, is anyone going to Sylvie tonight? I would like to go for a while, but not by myself tonight.

And lastly: Willie Nelson is the most special man I know.