day as days go

mellow dust morning monday roared on woke to pride playing soft and singular in the background, slithered on out of bed (three straight nights with twelve hours sleep each) and i don't know how all that is happening. so maybe i miss a few things that aren't here right now and soon will be. maybe i miss people i don't get to see anymore. maybe i miss the way it used to be. maybe i miss the way it will be.

maybe i miss not missing things.

tuesday was a spike of a day, driven hard, full of ideas and holes in the sky type enjoyments. those are the havers the keeperes the ones you always want just for yourself and no one else so i had one, a few and sat down to work on a novel i haven't thought about it a year or more, hacked out a good dozen pages or so, and then laid down -headphones- to jeff buckley and let a few things simper.

today, stretched out of bed, late pulled on some clothes -whatever was nearby- and hobbled on out to reacht eh destination of sdestination (i could reach blindfolded for it and find it) and took a new route to work. now here i am, passing another day, full of ideas, pondering whether or not to go to new orleans next week. decisions are made in a moment and i'll just be here or there, but still just thinking, waiting---not sure for what.

2004-01-21 | 12:21 p.m.
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