Sober So Long, Marianne

It’s currently 75 degrees in this specific suburb of Chicago, beautiful, I even ventured outside, and I’m thinking of buying a bike from Mike’s on NW Hwy, even though my car is fixed and tomorrow I’ll be picking it up, driving across Golf Rd. to the DMV and recovering my license after two and a half months without driving, which is almost as long as my suspension lasted two years ago, though I drove my car during that period, but managed not to get rolled…

And I haven’t slept for shit the last several days, getting an hour or two of sleep at a time, and then finally none at all, so I’ve spent far too much time conscious, but the creative juices are flowing, and as I said the weather’s nice and will be for a few days, and I shouldn’t have gotten up in the middle of this sentence but I needed that goddamn cigarette.

I can’t sleep and I’d enjoy a bike ride, and aside from that the creative juices are flowing may I lamely say, and I’m going to get my ass employed as soon as someone will have me; also I’m excited for school, am planning to take one class or maybe two online this summer, and I’ve been studying elementary algebra in my spare time, since I haven’t taken a math class in 13 years and I need a math credit, but I think I’ll wait til the fall, and stick to history of photography and/or sociology 101 this summer, since I need to get back in that academic groove, and will most certainly be in the workforce in some capacity, and I don’t need the albatross of mathematics following me as I get reacquainted with Great American Employment, and God Bless America.