what is there to do when your heart sinks
and your fingers are too cold from the air outside to even pick up the phone?
i take no advice, and listen to Wilco.
music somehow soothes me.
and i use the light of the computer screen to illuminate the smoke that is sinking into my hair and probably killing me.
"Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don't forget that your body can let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
'Cause what would love be without wishful thinking?"
i hope for something better.
it is the only productive thing that can be done.
and perhaps with a clear head this can be viewed as beneficial.