Juggling just makes me sad now
no balls are good enough
and i don't juggle clubs
i'm getting bummed about life
because of it
i can't sleep
when i close my eyes i see my old balls
so vibrant and full of life
it bothers me to know that whoever has them
isn't using them to their fullest potential
not that i would either
but i would be juggling them
tears are welling this is so important to me
i'm angry because it was my own fault
for losing my precious props
for drinking so much that night
for drinking at all
all the time
i'm furious with my inability to wisen up
to learn from difficult lessons
and to be destined to repeat history
ad naseum in my own meager life
also it bothers me that there is a mouse in this apartment and i've not been able to capture it using a simple and humane trap i discovered on youtube. i don't want to hurt it and this trap is perfect but it's too damn smart. i want to capture it and keep it as a pet. In fact the sonofabitch just poked his head up out of the burner on the stove and looked around as i sit writing this...not two feet from where the trap is set!! Unreal.
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