I Want You (She's So Heavy)

I tripped and fell on the walk from bus stop to my work this morning. It happened in slow motion. I thought, "I'm not going to ruin these suit pants". So, I fell directly onto my chest. It's a long fall from 6'4'' to 0'0". It must have been an interesting sight to behold.

It's time to let the day in.
But no matter how far back I draw the curtains,
I sometimes need the help of lamps.

Once the day fills the room, I will
fill it with what I please.

And when the day fades away, I will
await another turn.

The night no longer hides those fatalistic
distractions. I will
penetrate its melatonin-washed
obscurity with my flip-book
madness.

And whether I can document the movement
is of no consequence because
the time is now mine to keep.

That would be a great band name wouldn't it? I think so anyway.

Yes, I'm fucked in the head again, as usual. Fall has always been a bad time for me and with what happened to me on Friday, it sent me into a death spiral over the weekend. I'm okay now, for the most part. Time will heal the hurt I'm sure.

Well, this didn't turn out well for me at all.

I was asked if I was recording the meeting which I said no to. Seriously, some real paranoia here.

I asked the president if he'd like to hold a special meeting on another date, but he declined.

The rules were said, simply no yelling and no expletives. They excused all the management but I stated that it should be part of board minutes. Someone said executive session still had a recording so she was called back in. I felt bad for her, but still I don't know how she felt about what I've done.

So I walked into the board room full of hostile individuals. Each took their turn at me and eventually I got to speak. I defended myself, slightly. But it was next to impossible after taking so many lumps without me getting the chance to rebut each individual.

By the time the third individual had made any statements I was already resigned to defeat amongst the circle....