It's All Goodnow

I can't write. Guess that's just how it is from time to time.   Boston AD Life moving on as it does A sense of loss Being tired Wanting someone to notice  That I can write But I can't And I am empty Because I cannot fill Pages with what the world wants to read And I run From the problems I cannot get down On paper Or this fucking computer screen

I woke up this morning in my new apartment and realized.  I don't have to get up right away.  I can....sleep.  This is great and all, but it creates a small problem for me.  I will be far less grumpy in the mornings....which...to be honest...is sort of my thing in the mornings.  My nickname as given to me by perhaps the most upbeat person I know is Grumpy Bear.  It isn't just a mood, it is an identity. In other news, moving was relatively easy.  Banged my shins a few times.  Had to scramble to find parking with a UHaul.  (whole new respect for people who can drive a large truck.  That was not easy)  Every time I backed up I was certain I was going to a. run over a small child I couldn't see b. run over an old person I couldn't see c. run over a person in their 20's listen to an iPod I couldn't see d. do significant monetary damage to another vehicle or perhaps a home. You can't see a damn thing.  Mirrors be damned. Now I am sleeping on a box spring