Hi.

This is Greg. How are you?

I am hearing Lost Love by Jeff Tweedy. He is a bit cute. I like his nice music.

I drank some O'Mara's with coffee and creamer, then vodka with water. It's 13:01. I started drinking alcohol at 11 something.

This morn, I downloaded a podcast that Stacy Watkins was on in 2013. It is only the first park [sic] before Stacy talks about her program. I liked hearing her voice. I thought of paying to talk with her again, maybe my mom would pay for it, and maybe medication for me.

In a Future Age is a nice song too.

The backs of my knees have been a bit tight.

I read the first few sentences of Pause and Effect, today, and the last few paragraphs of  the chapter The New Life in From Dawn to Decadence, while I sat on the toilet.

I been feeling overly anxious and frustratingly frustrated. Little things seem to be all wrong to me, then I get overwhelmingly uncomfortable, tense and clenched, and I feel I am about to lash out. Then I feel angry at myself, and ashamed.

I would definitely do my life over again. Even experience more pain and hard times, if it got better, even eventually good. Hopefully I would try to be better than I have been, this life. I still like this life, still grateful for it. It has been overwhelmingly easy...

Stephen King wrote, the road to hell is paved with adverbs. I wonder why. I like them. I like simple clean writing. I wonder how often Hemingway used adverbs.

Last [sic] at the Metropolitan in Austin, Aaron, Andee, Malakai, Bobby, my mom and I saw The Man Who Killed Don Quixote. It was wonderful and excellent. I think it is weird in many ways, in good ways. I love Adam Driver.

It was and is a happy time. It seems to me. It is 14:08. If I hold shift, it is !$:)*

I am hearing Star Witness by Neko Case. I had Spotify playing on mute and forgot. I unmuted and liked this song so I started it over, then added it to my library and pressed the Thumbs Up.

Now I hear Sleepwalkin' - Better Oblivion Community Center. I listened to the album yesterday. I like it, especially the name.

I poured some white wine, that mom brought from Italy, and Fresca into a white mug a few minutes ago. I drank some. I feel buzzy and okay.

Weird. Word games, Scrabble, Jumble, my mother, HGTV, Bahamas

What will I do now.

What do I will.

What is my will.

I plan to work at the UT football stadium tomorrow from 9 to 6.

Rocks on Rainbow - Ryley Walker - Deafman Glance

I plan to buy a lottery ticket or two tomorrow.

{:   ha  . . .   Sun Kil Moon - Ben's My Friend . I was thinking of listening to this yesterday. It reminds me of feeling weird at my apartment on Turtle Creek Boulevard in 2,015 a.d.

Alcohol in my blood makes me smile sometimes. Sometimes I try to not cry.

I thought earlier today . . . I seem to have more schizophrenic symptoms than most people. But that sounds very stupid to me . . .

I love Dawned on Me - Jeff Tweedy. I am just hearing it.

But it seems I lost my mind often in high school. In the Lunch Room [~2006/7, 16/17 years old], somehow Jacob Nelson read something I wrote on paper:

"I have 47 eyeballs in my back pocket."

He said something like, That's the most random... something...

[writing this later as I edit : Hearing Fade into You - J Mascis. It is beautiful. I drank even more, vodka, limoncino/cello. I feel Tip-See. It is 15:50 .... or, if I hold shift, it is !%:%)
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I disassociated, felt like I was in a movie. Tennis Class.

What should I do now. What do I want to do.

My Friend - Bill Callahan

Great

Greatest Remembrance Eternalizing All Time

We are Time

We are of Time

We Create Ourselves

We are each a part of the Eternal Everything

What Are My Mother and I

 .    ?    .

This    Light    Homo     Safe     Kiss - Kill - Miss - Ass - Kim - Fall Over - Love - Kismet - Kaleidoscope - Kalliope - Felicia - Day - Fires - Ash - Lee - And - E - Kosmo - Polis - Kali - God - Kall - Them All -

Okay .

Free Thought

Unbound

Bow

Bye , ever  one

Be with You

- Love

Greg

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