Feeling Like Lee Marvin

Opening Credits

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A day.  Quite.  The factory gets more Draconian just when you think it can't.  No use in telling until I become a tragic hero.  Then. . . and only then.

Tonight, I went for a run.  It was reminiscent of old runs when I felt good and healthy.  A night, I say, sweaty and tired, walking home in the twilight.  I was not as hungry as before and knew I would not require as many drinks.  Brain chemicals. . . ahhh.  I ran a marathon before crushing my big toe, and I have not really run five miles at a time since.  I am trying to stretch it out to three just now.  I lie.  Less.  I run against time, imagining the sidewalk to be a treadmill that pulls the past back to me.  Minutes.  Days.  Weeks.  Run.  Run.

So feeling better tonight, I took my time, cooked, called my mother, ate.  I watched "Entourage" and and saw what my life is lacking.  Filled with endorphins and whiskey, I say I'll change.

The closing credits overlaid with a song I don't know.  I like it.  Google it.  Abbe May.  I listen to much of her music, and it is very good.  You should, too.

Whiskey.  Ice Cream.  A few good emails.  Life has potential.  I have an attitude.  I am set.

Closing Credits.