8 49 pm pdt [ stranger stumbles ]
I was just watching some terrifically bad black and
white flick about a giant
killer tarantula. Tis another night at home slaving over my computer. I
like to leave the tv on for the noise.
My sister
was supposed to arrive in town tonight in time for dinner, but her flight
was cancelled, so she won't be in until well after midnight. She lives in
Florida with her mother, and she's only in town out here until Tuesday. I
must clean my room soon.
I got an e-mail today from someone asking if I was in a
certain bank at a certain hour. It wasn't me, and I find that odd,
because I really don't look like many people. I think I will be a little
scared but a lot delighted if someone ever recognizes me, but I hang out
in big enough cities that said experience is unlikly. What I really look
forward to is when I write about some random encounter with a stranger and
then that person stumbles across my description and contacts me. I wonder
if that will ever happen?
I was poking around amaebi.org today, and I read the following:
I really hate understanding myself this well, for
understanding so rarely means "acceptance."
Wow, did that hit home! I feel that was all the time...
So the current plan is to have my foetus (see
yesterday's entry) evolve from a spinning earth. This is getting more
complicated by the second, and I haven't even laid in the chakra system
yet. The director/producer wants lightening or light rays, and she wants
my to draw the arterial system on the body. Ack!
* * *
two years ago
today: "Because I love him, I woke at the butt crack of dawn and
picked him up at the airport."
one year ago
today: I didn't write, still adjusting to being back in LA.
e- me
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