please, if you can, come to see the feature i’m doing in Park Slope, Brooklyn, on Wednesday night.

it’s at the Spoken Words Cafe, 226 4th Avenue, at the Words Of Wisdom reading hosted by Susan Chenelle. Open mic from 8-8:15 or so; we’re on after that.

I’m featuring with Barbara Newsome and Patrick Rosal.

Please come, it will mean a lot to me.

for me, the hardest part of being mentally ill is the obsessive monitoring of every detail of my life, every tiny aberration from the “norm,” to see if it portends a breakdown or episode.

i think sometimes that it does me more harm than the episodes themselves. it’s so tiring.

i despair of ever feeling relaxed again. i worry myself into a state of disrepair that every word and gesture are signs of dysfunction, and that one day i’ll finally drive everyone i love away from sheer exasperation with me.

i’m not depressed right now — just tired of being myself with no hope of ever being otherwise.

in which i rise and sleep alternately, leads to bizarre repetitive practices.

such as the checking and rechecking of news from the bbc via rss feed.

finding this item there, i went to cnn to see what they had to say and found a more complete story, so here it is:

http://www.cnn.com/2005/LAW/09/24/fbi.puerto.rico.ap/index.html

i confess, i did not recognize the name. i usually keep track of this stuff, but i am shamefully unschooled on the nationalist movement in Puerto Rico.

i shall remedy that.

back to slumber, then…

i got up at noon.

i’m back in bed.

bleah.

from chicago, city of the big travel delays.

tiiired. more tomorrow, i think. but it’ll be later since i’ve got a bunch of meetings all day, which sucks.

got some good poetry from the whole thing though…

going to sleep with sleater-kinney,
T

1. currently drunk. after dinner, went back to the bar when i couldn’t sleep and continued my, um, meditations.

2. just completed consumption of a lovely Cohiba cigar, as a substitute for the one i didn’t have at NPS.

3. time to sleep, and yet it seems silly to do so. life is so full of wonders…

regards from chicago,
T

PS: i still have an extra Cohiba here. anybody want one? (looking at you, javabill)

i was meeting with tonight didn’t show up till 6:45.

so much for palatine.

i ate dinner, had a drink with them afterward.

sleepy now. must lie down and prepare for later insomnia.

night all.

airplanes.

i’m in Rosemont, IL, home of O’Hare Airport.

i’m here to do two solid days of boring coaching work with two trainers who really don’t need me to be here.

i’m signing off now to perform my job function or have a beer, depending on whether i run into the trainers or the bar first.

i’m staying in the lap of corporate semi-luxury at the doubletree suites hotel.

if i get lucky and a cab ride is not prohibitively expensive, i’m headed out to Palatine tonight to see scottwoods feature at the Palatine Slam.

and that’s a wrap. later, children of the mic.

http://www.fvza.org/index.html

that’s some fucked up shit right there, that is.