What in God’s Name

I feel fucked up and all over the place. The past few days, I’ve had trouble sleeping. Looking back, I’m blaming soft drinks at a late hour for my insomnia. But since the start of this week, I’ve come home feeling more listless than I have in a really long time.

About ten minutes ago, I was ready to throw in the towel and just call it a night. And now, I’m suddenly up and a bit motivated. What in the hell is going on?

Going to try to do a bit of work. No writing still, but slow progress behind the scenes, possibly. Last night, as I was watching TV, I flipped through a few “Best Americans” and jotted down some journals. I got so far as to looking most of them up in my copy of Poets Market. Nothing definite yet, but it’s a start.

Tonight, I’m looking to go over my poems and start organizing them a bit more. I’ve got a crapload of files: old undergrad poems saved as Write documents (.wri), poems I wrote using Microsoft Excel, Word docs from graduate school, and text files from the past two years.

Time to weed and categorize.