Consequence

I'm sleepy but I keep doing things.  I kind of feel like if I go to sleep, I will miss a vital event.  Khadaffi has had it in Libya, but that wouldn't really phase me on an ordinary day.  Would it?  Who am I writing this for? Day three.  I've taken a bath.  Harrassed a couple of people on face book.  I ate a scrambled egg sandwich...it wasn't the most satisfying meal that a person could eat, but I gobbled it down anyway. 

It was hard for me to leave work this morning because I had to come to grips with the fact that I wouldn't be dealing with anyone but, myself once dropped Dante off to school.  It hasn't been that hard so far...but I realize that I am constantly looking for distractions from what gripes me most days. 

What gripes me most days in living in a world that sucks these days.  the lack of compassion that people have for one another is daunting.  I won't keep tryna figure it out because it threatens to drive my totally and irrevocably insane.  I

I have a couple of things I want to do today, but I don't know if I will do them.  I was looking at the green trees inside emory's building and noticing that it was shedding its leaves.  I tried to step on a couple of leaves on the floor because I like to hear the crunch and crackle that they made but, to no avail. I don't know how