Mostly productive, of late. Mostly alone, too. Mostly down, but not wallowing. Mostly sober, but numb. And now, mostly not sober, which somehow makes the numbness feel so much better. Ain’t nothing wrong, mostly. Just mostly moving forwards, mostly not wasting my time, mostly hoping I haven’t wasted it, but ‘fuck the boat’. And I don’t want to get off the boat, so I guess I’m gonna mostly mosey towards whatever’s next.

Oh Lord, feel free to take your servant the Pope to your bosom (!?!?!) as soon as possible, but for fuck’s sake, leave Neil Young alone for a while, yet.