000 - Prologue

01/18/2010

It can't get better if she can't sleep.
Fretting herself into Fibro is not going to help.

However, Patton Oswalt is an excellent way to kill time.
And there's the sun. Again.

Shiny new diary. Clear eyes, and a dustbin for the mind.
Contraction. Renunciation. Fortification.

Flinch. The eternal flinch.
There must be truth in "failure is just a way that didn't work".

Fear. Fear. Fear.

Things to do:
The human flag.
Pullups.
Cross-country walks.

Get a job.
Get a job.
Get a job.
You lazy stupid brat.

Libido is a rampaging and unquenchable animal.
The available sex is unwelcome. The needed touch is elsewhere.
Damn the ever present, eternally infuriating border.
Why were Canadians so damned polite? If even the bit won during the War 1812 had been bothered to be kept, this wouldn't be an issue.

Words.

Toronto.
Licence.
Surgery.

Loose ends.

We are here.
We are not hopeless.
It is old. It is new.
We are small, but we are mighty.

Start.