Fatigue is not an option

But it is a way of life.

I’m so goddamn tired right now I could scream. Too many days running classes in front of people. For an introvert like me, it gets draining. (Yes, I’m an introvert at heart. Training and Performance Poetry are just things I have to do to do my job…when it comes right down to it, I prefer to be alone.)

I also think that I need to up my dosage of Seroquel to at least 50 mg/night, from the 25 mg I’m taking now. Sleep has been far more disturbed of late and I think tolerance of the drug is to blame.

My hair is getting long again. I had a trim a couple of weeks ago before the wedding and brought the overall length back up to the shoulders. Now the ponytail is back past them again but far more even. (On Sunday, Anne even braided it for the Java Hut — that was weird.) I do like it though, so I think it’ll stay around.

Next week I’m featuring in Baltimore and Delaware on Monday and Tuesday respectively. C’mon out and say hello. If all goes well, I may have a new chapbook by then too…

I’m thinking of actually developing two chapbooks soon: a “greatest hits” of the last ten years and a new one consisting of some of the things I’ve done in the two years since “Mano Poderosa” came out. That’s a lot of poems, so it wouldn’t be comprehensive; definitely things like “Geodes,” “As Slow as Possible,” “Cindy Moses,” “Suicide Notes,” “The Frontier,” “Clinical,” “Dialogue,” “Song for Shootings,” and a few others. Considering “Geodes” is such a long poem, that would likely be it.

The big question: can I get them done before next Monday? I doubt it. Maybe just get the new one done, and do the greatest hits when I come back.

Like I said — fatigue is not an option.