It’s nearing 6:30 am. I am delirious with caffeine. My short story for today is only a smidge done. An all nighter will certainly drift into the day. That’s OK…the coffee shop will be open in a half hour, which means I can go park over there, and finish this thing and work, sans the temptation of wasting time online (as I’m doing now) and actually be at this freaking place when it isn’t closed!
At this delirious state, weird thoughts go in and out of my head. I’m just going to snatch one right now, and splatter the moth winged thing onto my plasma screen…
…I was thinking about the strange similarities and differences between my fellow black trench coat wearing friend Wil (with one “L”) and myself. I think it comes down to this: Wil’s soul is half empty and my soul is half full. Thus, we are in many respects the same – in the proportion. But strangely, we are quite different – in the perspective. Either way, it makes for an interesting dichotomy. Either way, that’s still a full half of ourselves, each, that we can fill with RUM.
Speaking of which, there is a half jug of rum sitting not four feet from me now…no…have to finish the story. So it’s downtown Sprinfield-bound, am I.
“Hangin’ round
Downtown by myself,
And I’ve had too much caffeine,
And I was thinkin’ about myself,
And there she was…”
My muse I hope…
Wish me luck!
Joshua Alan Doetsch 
Good luck!!!
Being half full (or half empty)
It’s not really all that bad being a half-full person you know. It could be worse, you could be full of yourself…
it is always so special when you spell my name right…then make sure everyone knows it is fucky by reiterating the one L thing…and what the fuck makes you think my soul is half empty! i tell ya what, it is full of somethin…so..about that rum? i think you should bring it up to eureka this weekend and we shall fill our missing halves…sound ok? if not, i may be pushed to drink on my own…and that is never pretty…i tend to wake up on carousels…i dont know why….
Where’s the Rum???
Yes, I shall bring the rum with me. I think I’ll come up tomorrow (Friday) night.
As for the half full/empty thing…don’t pay too, too much attention. It was a delerious moment…and, after hours of writing, my mind (which has been hard at work making all sorts of overcomplicated, synaptic connections – words to cultural references to metaphors to symbols to mythology to literary trivia) is desperately, and automatically, still working, trying to make connections to things regardless of the inherent truth in them. Think less on the quantity (half empty) as the comparative quantity (our respective selves being of a similar level)…and that’s more to the truth (my mind just found the old “half empty/full” cliche to be an easy way of expression).
In either case…filling up with rum never hurt anyone…..well…..except the one eyed/legged/handed/testicled pirate named Lucky who drank too much rum before opperating the cannon on that fateful day…..
poor guy
Re: Where’s the Rum???
poor guy indeed…
Bless your souls…
Drinking is part of the plan tonight? I’d like to stick around for that. Yeh. About that soul thing – how would you expect to have a full soul when you haven’t even lived half your life yet, eh? You gotta leave a little room. It’s not a bad thing. I personally like to think of mine as maybe a quarter full, due to the fact that I’ve met my soul mate multiple times (I think I have several) and only two of them are present in my life currently – so I have empty space for the one that got married as well as the one that got married then died, plus room for future soul mates yet to be found. It’s a good thing, having room in your soul.
Re: Bless your souls…
HAHA…me and josh have more soul than you do! 🙂