this morning #1897.

this morning, i reached across the bed to the nightstand. grabbed my dagger & sat up. chose a target. a poster from the sound of music. that’ll do. there once was a time in my life when it was my favorite film. wished i was one of them von trapps. used to be way into musicals. now they just seem trite given the state of the world. i held the dagger aloft. offered up a quick prayer to maahes. steadied my hand & from my seated position, fired it across the room at the wall. bullseye. it landed smack dab in the middle of julie andrews’ forehead. take that, maria. i took this to be a sign that today my aim is true. no matter what i do, i’ll be headed in the right direction. JK. throwing a knife at a wall is meaningless. life’s a crapshoot.