yesterday's high points:
> the gliderport and the view from torrey pines.i must write, i must keep charging forward, i am tired of charging forward (in my old unthinking costume). i want to puke. my head hurts. i'm not writing quality. grrrrr. what is in my head? my new favorite font style is palatino type. my new favorite page-look is that of justifying both sides of text.> hanging out at the house with heir hitling, the girls, d and dn (or should i say dg?) in the evening
> my new phone that takes pictures! (btw, i realize how ridiculous it is to put this up as a high point)
yesterday's other points for concern:
> t didn't call me back (when i was awake anymore)
and i'm worried now so i don't call because then if there IS bad news then i won't know and it won't be real because i don't know. ((toni, is everything ok?))
[UPDATE: WE HAVE NOW SPOKEN AND ALL IS WELL ]
> awkward goodbying at the house with my dear fellas.
[UPDATE: THINGS WERE EVENTUALLY WORKED OUT. d and i talked the talk out. we said what we each needed to say about the combination of being tired and miscommunicating, misreading or not even communicating at all in the first place.]
tonight i think i will be watching a movie (another bad one). of course there is also this and this and this.. options, all (its just that i'm not in the mood). i don't want to be inside the thick hassle of-- of the (typical) kind of audience that a movie like this draws to itself. the young, the loud, the obnoxious, the inconsiderate fools who cannot or will not sit still, the people who hardly go to the movies and are so used to talking through movies at home, people who do not know how to behave themselves once released into public.
my head hurts. i need some tylenol pellets and water.
this is the (useless and frustrating) oiling process.
this is the way we butter the bread,
this is the way we mend the fence,
this is the way we butter the fence and mend the bread, so early in the morning.
pain. pain kills. pain touching the gag reflex like invisible bristles.
here comes the rain, here is the rain, i'd love to go swimming.
these are all fruits of headache pain.
17:36 - Friday, Mar. 04, 2005
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