My morning cold has grown into an all-dayer. It’s threatening to last all night too. My head feels all fuzzy and blocked up. Yuck.

Didn’t go to the gym, needless to say. Finished my book about a fellow book addict. Vague ending leaves me feeling incomplete, life in general. Talking crap tonight. No telly to watch, listening to Madonna. Sampling her old stuff. I guess that’s okay. In a stream of consciousness now, a nice place to be, in this chair. Holding me like a hammock, feet against a step. I could lean back and drown in nothingness. Dumb. Numb. Mute.

Joe’s playing on my stereo now. Romantic crooning doesn’t move me at all. I wish it would. could.

Feeling out of time, wasting away into the ether. if only.

What goes around, comes around. What goes up must come down. - Karma, Alicia Keys. Yeah, profound. Sounds good though. Prosody. A lot of songs sound good but don’t really stand up to scrutiny lyrically. Oops - an adverb. Well, sometimes the rules must be bent or broken or just ignored.

Happy People, funky jazz. Nice. headnodding good sax licks. Needs to be played LOUD. Sax vs Piano. Who’ll win? Trumpet. I wanna hear it live. Ronny Scott’s is calling me. For an urban recluse I sure need stimulation. Shame about social stigmas. Damn it to hell.

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