Micro Cuts

Micro Cuts

Hands are red with your blame
Megaphone screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should've loved
Souls weeping above

I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our soul

Micro waves me insane
A blaine cuts in your brain
To sounds like forks on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate

I've seen
What you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our soul



Now, I know that this doesn't really count as a post, but I'm conflicted at this point in my life right now. I mean, part of me wants to finish the dissertation and move on. Part of me wants to get past my hang ups for the thing, get a big fuckin' tattoo on my arm (or neck) and do whatever I feel like rather than doing what I know to be my future. Ugh, that sounds way more like complaining than it should...and the baby's crying. Gotta scoot!

I Knew I Was Old When...

I awoke this morning at 4:00am. Yup. 4am. That's too damn early for anyone, even if you're a morning person like me. I didn't really know what to do with myself when this began happening a year or so ago, but I've figured it out now. I just get up and go to work, since work means writing the dissertation, I've found it actually helps having Allison at home (asleep) so that I have a bit of pressure to stay on track and not get distracted doing things I shouldn't...whatever that means...

Anyway, my check engine light came on last night while driving home from the small business college where I teach Monday evenings, and I almost immediately freaked out. You see, I don't really know anything about cars. I mean, I know the basics, and I'm really a very good all-conditions driver, but the Check Engine light is something altogether different. I'm going to have to take it to an AutoZone to check out what the car's computer says is wrong. Let's hope it's not expensive! (More to follow once I figure out what the problem is...)