i am tired and cannot bring myself to say anything but the facts of the thing. and even then it comes in unequal chunks.. troubled, marble bits of moments like things filling a worn out paper baglet.
[r] and i met up for lunch at a place by the college area called the Pita Pit. very diff'rent. he was very generous and paid for a lunch that i sort of ate and sort of ended up saving for later.
next we made our way to the 7/11 for a drink for me. i'm friggin picky sometimes. didn't want what the drinks that the pita place had to offer. bought a pinya colada slurpie number. drove off into unknowing.
i took it upon myself to start a drive to cabrillo natl' monument. had to pee desperately. originally my idea was to park some place at sunset cliffs and... enjoy the peaceful scenery. whether or not he liked or understood why i needed/wanted to be by the water and sit and/or talk.. he was quite obliging. even though it wouldn't have been his first choice in daytime activities he went along with it anyway.
used the bathroom.. showed him the old lighthouse still partially under renovation.. walked about in silly attempt to be somewhere or keep heading toward some place whilst avoiding the people in their flocking droves.
endured sarcastic moves.. or moves made in sarcastic appeal to my ditz-like uselessness and mediocre attempt at banter. ((my attempts. not his))
made ways down toward tidepools. walked a bit. stood in the cold. talked. listened. shivered. myself flirting with a million ideas. all wrong, of course, and so i banished them from thought and pushed onward and upward (literally)
theater movie which was slated to start at four:forty or some such was the next thing on the list. lost in translation at landmark lajolla. long line. talked to a stranger. tripped over the foot/ankle/knee of another.. felt under the influence of the movie and thought some more but spoke about something else.
next? hunger. brazillian. rei do gado downtown. you have to believe that i really did my best to talk him out of it. really. because i didn't want to seem like that was the thing i was holding out for or something. because i wasn't. i was, infact, mostly concerned about the cabbage --i.e. the green, man. the means.
food puts people at ease. on one level or another. i was glad of this.
eating eating eating and talking talking talking and eating and peeing and eating some more. gluttons.
....i'm sorry. the sleep overtakes me. there shall be more of less for the night did not end for me there. i really must swear off the thing(s) that will be my ruin.
in the air: bram stoker's dracula.
12:47 a.m. - 2003-12-29
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