2002-07-01-7:25 a.m.

I'm slowly digressing into nothingness.

I'm missing a beat.

I'm just off key.

Something just isn't right, the Earth's alignment, my car's alignment. Who knows.

Someone call Russell Simmons, I'd like to get on stage and rattle off a poem. Or maybe it's "ramble" off, I don't know if I have the mental capacity at this point to divulge any prose of sense.

So I don't write as much, and I don't post as much, and I haven't been able to chat as much with people I truly care about. I've lost track of so many friends it hurts.

My body is broken, growing old = slower recovery from injury.

At least Brazil won the World Cup. El juego hermoso. I think that's right.

Today is the beginning of the push, my 2 minute warning, my 90th minute, my 18th hole, my 10th frame. Wish me luck, I need as much as I can get.

d.