manager.

i'm exhausted.

of being a manager.

managing

people.

& things.

over it.

rain, rain... go away.

i laugh thinking about how years ago, i wrote rhymes about waking up to internal cold winters. at that point in my life, i was a naive fifteen year old living in the desert of las vegas. little did i know, there were colder places. at least, colder rainier places.

i just want one day of sun. someday, maybe today.