Sleep is a Place Where My Cat Never Disappeared

It doesn't feel all that different being 30 years old, but I don't think I like it all that much so far.

Part of it is this whole penis propaganda thing that makes all dudes feel like crap five or six times a year if they're not Michael Jordan yet - which I know that I fall prey to sometimes.

        When it comes,
        it comes unannounced.
        And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his
        reddest red cloth and
        I am the bull

But I have fairly high expectations of myself, and for some reason looking back at my scorecard thus far with such an ominous number to reference it to is bumming me out a little.

        Restless dreams.