Starving hysterical, naked

Sometimes it is sage advice for one to visit an old "master". Sometimes, I give myself this advice, but I seldom heed it. Tonight, I re-read Howl and found a few morsels of wisdom that hadn't hit me before.

And I called Laura and talked, right after her work was over. Silly rabbit that she is. Then talked a friend down from a ledge, metaphorically. But not by much. I don't think I will ever tire of trying to delve into the why's of others. Well, myself, as well.

I feel all disjointed. Like someone somewhere is sticking a hatpin into me. I can't find the pain, exactly. But I feel an unrest that I hate. I can't sleep, and I can't figure out if I should get a bite to eat.

I should probably just go and figure it out. Night, y'all.

-Rich