Sun Is A Tank On Fire

A few nights ago I cheated on Ringo's with a bar downtown. I didn't plan to, it was quite unexpected really. I had every intention on seeing Ringo's that night, I even called and said I was coming and said to put something sexy on, but then I got tempted by unforeseen forces. The next thing I knew I was walking around the interior of a new place, checking out her sweet spots, feeling up her billiard tables, admiring the wide open space and enjoying the feeling of something new. Guilt, you ask? Yes there was some guilt. I knew Ringo's was probably wondering where I was, constantly checking the phone for missed calls.. nothing. Ugh, how terrible of me. I've been cheated on recently, so I, of all people, should know better! I can't believe I did this, will Ringo's ever forgive me? I hope so, it's so much closer to where I live. Pretty nice, right? Now can you see why I cheated? Shame on you for siding with me and making me feel better about what I did

I'm spending my July 4th indoors relaxing, meditating, listening to Snatam Kaur. Over the past several weeks I have put my body and mind through too much, I try too hard at too many things. I have the constant thought that tomorrow may be the end, so my brain works overtime thinking about all the things I haven't done yet, or the beauty I've yet to see. This is especially burdensome when trying to sleep at night, lots of restlessness and tossing and turning, staring at the dimly lit ceiling while the chatter in my head continues throughout the night. I think I need Ambien. Or a heavy hammer. Either way. I've noticed lately when I write I have to frequently backspace and correct simple mistakes, like switching two letters around or misspelling easy words. So today I meditate, calm the brain, soothe the soul. Iron out the wrinkles a little bit. I need a reset. Technology amazes me, even the simplest forms of it. Take music, for example. Right now I am listening to mus