introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- home is where you sleep -2:30am - twelfth night (of april), 2001-home is where the laundry is. alright...so i didn't make it to that wednesday night class. i got up later than usual, having been able to finally sleep a full, more comfortable nights sleep than i have in some nights because of the notorious burn. i loved it. i loved the cool scent of spring morning and the chill in the air in my room as i snuggled between sheets, my dog curled up sleeping at the foot of my bed. a single bed, is mine, but a broad comfortable bed that sometimes longs for company. i haven't had company in awhile and i miss it, but my thoughts have still been light and i watch out the window til i doze off. i got up. i took the best shower in the WORLD this morning. i listened to the ani tapes i'd forsaken when i was in tape mixing mode for T. (he got the tapes today. he likes harry chapin. he is a stud.)I sang. I made amends with the water pressure. I smiled. I gave the dog a bath today. She's so adorably shy of water. I know that will change when Jim and Easy get back into town. I will take Verbil on a hike with Jim, Mel, Easy, and Little Girl. Maybe Verbil will finally be able to use those webbed lab feet and swim. I can't wait. She smells like hemp, vitamin c, and patchouli (the body wash i mixed in with her puppy shampoo to make her smell really good). She got carsick in cyndi's van, but really, it was much better than usual. maybe she's getting better at the whole car thing. i hope so. when i think of us riding off into the sunset to live in say, arizona, i don't picture stopping ever twenty minutes for her to puke. that really ruins the fantasy. spent the night with vicky, shawn, and carrie tonight. vicky is great, but sometimes, i think she's grown out of me...that i'm too much of a dork for her to laugh with lately. i'm sure i'm just overparanoid. it was good to see carrie and their little basset, Buddy. (my dog is a slut. so is buddy. they were tryin' to do it all night. buddy is too short and my dog....is too liberated.)It was good to see Shawn, who went to bed early. It was strange that tonight, after i'd been discussing the type of pornography that i find to be most interesting (give me USA Up All Night: PORN WITHOUT THE PORN any night. i dig on the cheesy predictable plots and the "woody" (as he put it) acting. (and furthermore as he said: no puns intended.)Carrie popped in some videos as we munched on macncheese. Horrible porn. Its bad that I could probably teach a small seminar on the history of porn movies: what was liberating at a certain time? what was pioneer in a certain era of porn? thats so cheesy. anyway, its late and i'm home. carrie is waking me up and, weather agreeable, we're gonna go to the mills and hike to the waterfall. i really want verbil to run around there and play in the all out woods. i think it'll be gorgeous. i miss the waterfall. i miss that huge rock overhang. i want to curl up now, with thoughts, and sleep soundly. goodnight, platapusses. be well. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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