4:55 a.m. PDT - 2001-11-07
five minutes
i think i wrote a five-minute poem months ago but i lost it somewhere between the fog of my shower and 4:56AM. i've got four minutes now. my mind is a blank. my gray cat is seeking affection and rubbing her purring head on my elbow and wrist. she's in bliss. purr. purr. purr. she says i know what's bugging you michael. and you know what, for the first time in your life there's no excuse. there's the door and you can walk through it. the door you want. the door to end that damn test that you got a 23/100 on years ago in some godforsaken silicon class that frankly, you don't really need and haven't needed for ages. so shut the fuck up and just do what you need to do and snap out of your funk. otherwise, dammit, you will fail and then i'll have to scratch you so i can get fed. a little blood never hurt me. wise cat. she gets more tuna tonight.
