My Alibi

careening through the facade...

its pretty cold out tonight. they say theres a chance for snow. im sitting in my bathroom as i write this. its the warmest room in the house, which really doesnt make much sense, other than the furnace is right below it. i left the cd player running, with a jazzy/blusey ani cd in it playing. and the way the music sounds coming through the vent, makes me imagine im living in a old apartment building in chicago or something. its dusty, the walls are tinged with time, there are hums of old electronics all around. the cat is curled up on the couch fast asleep. the tv is on, but the volume is down so low, you cant understand what is being said. the huge old furnace kicks on from time to time, but its still always a little cold inside. so youre wearing a warm old sweater.even though its only 1:15 everyone is sleeping. so youre left with nothing to do, except for writing all this down. so you keep going until you get bored. you might make a cup of hot tea but then you face the inevitable, you have to go to sleep. so you lay out your pajamas, take a shower, climb into bed, pull the covers up, close your eyes, and drift away.

so, this is where i leave off and say....