2002-11-08 & 4:41 p.m. : professional/that will never happen--overheard, while writing.

today has been spent in the twilight zone of horse pill sized ultra-strength anti-biotics and the same cd i have been

listening to for this entire week:

.gnossienne no1 by erik satie...possibly maybe (live at union chapel) by bjork and the brodsky quartet...to cry about by mary margaret o'hare...daily life by arto lindsay...gnossienne no2 by erik satie...i only have eyes for you by the flamingos...severed lips (cover) by the blake babies...run letter (live) by kristin hersh...gnossienne no3 by erik satie...principios de agosto by migala...snow come down by lori carson...i saw nick drake by robyn hitchcock...gnossienne no4 by erik satie...the sermon of the 12 by the badger king...kiss by pete krebs...creative depression by julie doiron...gnossienne no5 by erik satie...i felt your shape by the micrpohones...hannah & gabi by the lemonheads...going away by innocence mission...gnossiennes no6 by erik satie...moodswing whiskey by jeff buckley...since i fell for you by nina simone...j'ai deux amours by josephine baker.

track down the songs and make your own copy, or email me and i'll send you one.

theoretically.

in the thin slats of open window space i can see sunset and swirling clouds, like a v23 cd cover from the early-mid 90s.

the best v23 time, natch.

my new happy hour jaunts have been awesomely mellow. no one bugging me, a table in the corner, soft jazz and soul playing, friendly servers and big tips, my apt right upstairs.

this is my new favorite thing, i think.

it's nice and dark, too. a candle is light enough for my book, but dark enough to feel invisible.

this weekend i will sleep late, i will talk to my brother, i will call marcel and i will call niki.

i will talk to jason on the computer and i will straighten up the apt.

and maybe, my antibiotic spaciness willing, i will get some god damned medium and work on a god damned book.

this week georgette got her heart broken, i found out barely tolerates me girl is getting married next month and i got a nomination for some award thing.

oh and i won that camera.

i wish stuart was about 80 pounds and i could teach him to walk on my back.

i just realized that there is very little substance to this entry.

i'm sorry this week has been kinda weak that way.

i blame the chemicals.