dear people at medical eye services,
i am having a really really fragile week.
your choice of gato barbieri 'caliente'/kenny g/hiroshima/ottmar leibert/jesse cook/aural torture hold music might just push me over the edge.
i'm so serious, i cannot even explain how serious i am.
and this is not like "is a private language possible" for my fall 99 wittgenstein class 'cannot even explain'. this is real, honest to goodness, without the ability to explain serious. or some other such redundant and i'm pretty sure nonsensical thing.
do you see how crazy this music is making me? is it even more than one song? it's one song isn't it? ISN'T IT?
i am, that close.
love and kittens,
jessica
ps--i do have to tell you, though: it's kind of exhilarating standing this close to the edge. invigorating. even on 2.5 hours of sleep.
