I meant to write "weigh more than I do."

Ate some sleep pills.

Watched Un Chien Andalou.

Sleep shall produce sights such power!

Purposeful plight sing petulant postulates soar!

Georgia's long summer.
Autumn glimpsed through cricket's song.
I have no cell phone.

EDIT:  I was rereading this just now, and I realized how much the haiku needed a fourth line:

And I live by the river!

Two homeless guys meet under my third floor window.

Hobo1: "Hello."
Hobo2: "Hello, I love you."
Hobo1: "Hello - I love you!"
Hobo1 and 2, singing together:  "Hello!  I love you - won't you tell me your naaa - ame!?!"

They gather their bicycles and walk together down the street, still singing.

"HELLO!  I fucken' luv you!"

Several steps later.

"Lemme juhump in yer fuuuukin' game!"

Coincidentally, I am currently watching The Crow.  Writing is still going semi-consistently.  I've discovered the key to writing fiction: have no social life, get so bored that you make up words and memories, put them on a keyboard.

Maybe I miss Atlanta?  Or maybe I'm already missing Istanbul.