I'm Wide Awake
Entry 1 4:00 a.m. I'm not sleeping . " Boots of Spanish Leather " on heavy rotation in my head. After arriving home last night, I hid away in the office with a glass of scotch. I read journal articles and worked on yesterday's journal entry. I wasn't brooding, exactly. I was just overwhelmed. This morning I am awake, sleepy and unable to get back to sleep. Jenny is on my mind. I am very worried about her. I can't stand this suffering. What comes next is worse. We are riding the train to destination fucked, with lots of stops for misery and regret along the way. After a year and a quarter, I am spent. I can't fathom how Jenny feels. One blessing, the dogs are asleep. Damn it. They beckon. Buddy is as subtle as a hard on in stretch polyester slacks.