sparring

so here i is trying to get back on track and type a little but i can't seem to pull it through so what the hell i turn to my sparring (i.e. this blog). useful thing, wishful thinking, whichever, but at least i'm in front of the computer and
yes
typing.

god i am tired and hangover. this week's been long and exhausting and i've played soccer twice and i've wii'ed too much and my drinking's still as heavy as during x-mas. not as, but almost.

last night was my friend's 30 b-day party. first 78 er to turn. saw a lot of people i hadn't seen in a long long time and you know what i thought:
nadie sabe lo que le va a pasar a nadie
excepto que todos seguirán desamparados y haciéndose viejos

so here i is listening to tom traubert's blues and attempting at mood scoring, doesn't seem to work. maybe i should read selby's intro again...

here i is.

i'll just keep on trying.
let us not give up.
hey montana...