4.14.2004
1 of 13 straight working days ~or~ a damned fool
There is something wrong with my arm. I am not kidding. It hurts when I do that.
I came home today feeling like Jennie the dog in Higgeldy Piggeldy Pop who ran away to eat a mop made of sausage on stage everyday and twice on Sundays. You know that feeling?
I am going to get back on the Kanji horse and tame the brute. I have the database to prove it...or, well at least the spreadsheet.
And I'm going to work for 12 more days straight before I head to In-dia. Though to be I must be delirious already because I'm doing my "basking in the glow of an irrational world" thing. Fancy mental footwork facilitated by David Byrne.
By the way David, can I call you that? I'm sorry about that time you made eyes at me at La Zona Rosa. You were wearing the pink kilt and tighty-whiteys (well you jumped up and down a lot so how could I not notice?)...it was the change between the fuzzy suit and the first unitard if I recall correctly. I was 20 in a short skirt and with a ridiculous black scarf in my hair ala Peggy-sue meets Ally Sheedy circa Breakfast Club. I went home with my boyfriend. I was a fool. Another chance?
I'm off to Uncle Walt Leaves of Grass as usual. How many times before I remember a damned thing in that poem after the first two pages? Prolly 'cause I fall asleep about a page in.
Still, better that than pick up what I'm actually reading which is "The Big Sleep". That would probably hold my attention and before I knew it I'd be up reading all night.
*YAWN*
I came home today feeling like Jennie the dog in Higgeldy Piggeldy Pop who ran away to eat a mop made of sausage on stage everyday and twice on Sundays. You know that feeling?
I am going to get back on the Kanji horse and tame the brute. I have the database to prove it...or, well at least the spreadsheet.
And I'm going to work for 12 more days straight before I head to In-dia. Though to be I must be delirious already because I'm doing my "basking in the glow of an irrational world" thing. Fancy mental footwork facilitated by David Byrne.
By the way David, can I call you that? I'm sorry about that time you made eyes at me at La Zona Rosa. You were wearing the pink kilt and tighty-whiteys (well you jumped up and down a lot so how could I not notice?)...it was the change between the fuzzy suit and the first unitard if I recall correctly. I was 20 in a short skirt and with a ridiculous black scarf in my hair ala Peggy-sue meets Ally Sheedy circa Breakfast Club. I went home with my boyfriend. I was a fool. Another chance?
I'm off to Uncle Walt Leaves of Grass as usual. How many times before I remember a damned thing in that poem after the first two pages? Prolly 'cause I fall asleep about a page in.
Still, better that than pick up what I'm actually reading which is "The Big Sleep". That would probably hold my attention and before I knew it I'd be up reading all night.
*YAWN*
