"...that sunday morning smell of someone frying chicken." and the cake you shoved down my throat and in my face... / it's
balinese cockfights all over again. and so tired; why'm i so tired all the time? drowsy. the air as a bother; ha, that.
so tired i just want everyone to stop talking just for a second. me too. the clutter of everyone's voices, when everyone thinks they matter so much. i'm guilty of noise too, i know. i wish you could just be quiet, we could all just be quiet.
and back issues of the new yorker with greatgreat essays on huxley in retrospect and that hyped book about 20th century parenting manuals...oh. so tired though.
more later.
planning to read illywhacker and a lot of those books, those "fiction-lite but decent" titles you can easily procure at little local libraries like this. peter carey, oh please be careful with me; you have torn muscle in your palm from o and l...please don't make a fist out of laziness, like during a yawn. please don't be careless, though you have every right to. try to smooth your skirts out as i abruptly flip on the bright light. i know it's already too much to ask. but i ask.
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please don't call tonight. i'm fighting my lids to stay awake 'til michelle comes home from work. but. i need to go to bed.
today was blue and green.
i'll call you tomorrow, or something.
so tired i just want everyone to stop talking just for a second. me too. the clutter of everyone's voices, when everyone thinks they matter so much. i'm guilty of noise too, i know. i wish you could just be quiet, we could all just be quiet.
and back issues of the new yorker with greatgreat essays on huxley in retrospect and that hyped book about 20th century parenting manuals...oh. so tired though.
more later.
planning to read illywhacker and a lot of those books, those "fiction-lite but decent" titles you can easily procure at little local libraries like this. peter carey, oh please be careful with me; you have torn muscle in your palm from o and l...please don't make a fist out of laziness, like during a yawn. please don't be careless, though you have every right to. try to smooth your skirts out as i abruptly flip on the bright light. i know it's already too much to ask. but i ask.
/
please don't call tonight. i'm fighting my lids to stay awake 'til michelle comes home from work. but. i need to go to bed.
today was blue and green.
i'll call you tomorrow, or something.