Saturday, February 28, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
i can't sleep. i downloaded a few of the late night tales compilations. i'm enjoying them. i have a great poem in my head that i need to write. it's about a chaste weathervane who wants nothing to do with the wind's advances. but the wind is spiteful...stay tuned. i'm brushing my teeth and typing at the same time.
I was trying to get my arm through my sleeve and punched myself in the cheek. It's actually tender. I then thought to myself, "does this mean that if i actually tried to punch someone, that it might inflict pain?" Oh of course, I would hurt my knuckle.
Monday, February 16, 2009
I picked these up in Hampden a week ago. I had one when I was a little kid named Fred. I flushed him down the toilet, thinking that somehow he would miraculously reappear. (I had a strange fascination with things like the tube that sucked up checks at the bank and sending bath toys down the toilet at age 5. I now wonder if my obsession was in any way related to Freud's stages of psycho-sexual development...I find that there are quite a few instances when I wonder if I really do have a Freudian complex of some sort. I'm pretty sure that I'm sane, thank goodness.) When my mother explained to me that Fred was not going to come back, naturally, I sobbed. Of course when I saw these little finger puppets in Atomic, I had no choice but to buy them. They are now on my windowsill beside my favorite brass angel from Sturgis Antiques.
I can't wait for my new Yashica t4 Super to arrive in the mail. I have a really good feeling about this semester. Raf came up to me today while I was behind the desk to tell me I was in his dream. Apparently I had tried to smuggle large quantities of booze upstairs in the recycling carts. RA anxiety dream much? Anyway, he made me laugh–and laughing is always good.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
I fell asleep listening to Radiohead. I had dream I had walked out of a forest into a field of snow. The snow wasn't really snow. I had walked out into a field of white swans. I remember watching them throw back their necks. Everything glowed.