Book of Lamentations chapter 3

Been wandering around the city barefoot in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. I’m having a hard time focusing on my life. Things to do and yet I’m not getting them done. Crazy. I know. Lots of staring into space though. Supposing someone interrupted my staring after I told them I’m a practicing catatonic they might say something like this:

You know Mr. Midboe I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a girl or two at the center of this discombobulation.

“You’d be right,” I’d say to my imaginary, but oddly formal, friend. “It’s not the usual though. No Kathy this time. Been wondering about Jessica Cutler, R, and this girl at work.”

What makes them do what they do? One day you’re feeling exalted and the next you’re road kill twitching on the highway before the rigor sets in.

I’d strike a classic Gallman pose and craftily declare “Yeah, but that’s the price for admission to the great adventure! An adventure that will have a cool soundtrack thanks to Audioscrobbler.”

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That’d be all we’d talk about and I’d feel better at the end, just like I do now.