Book reviews, film anaylses, and general hysterics from a waitress turned historian.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Bad Day, Bad Time
Another hard night. Time to take my meds that make me sleep. Brush away the tears. Make up a story about hope and happy endings. Slip into sleep. Try to rest. Tomorrow, we begin again. Same struggles. Same fears. Same hurts. A new day. "A bad day, a bad time. State of mind most important for work. A blithe, itchy state. Where the poem itself, the story itself, is supreme."