12 34 pm pst [ spider on my head ]
I am looking straight up.
Normally it only causes a mild fear that in an
earthquake, it would crash down on my head and split open my skull. But
you will notice the dark spot on the right. Today I am worried that Mr. Spider will decide to trail down a
web to land squarely on the top of
my head which would also displease me, though not nearly so much as a
cracked cranium.
11 07 pm pst [ horrid ]
Toasty. Horrid day. But smiling now, watching 6
Degrees for the millionth time, just for the distraction. Saw
friend in the hospital this morning and couldn't think of anything
but skin grafts and suicide all day. I hoped the kids would cheer me up.
They did a bit. One of the little ones told me I should tape my
boyfriend's mouth shut, which amused me only in envisioning me telling my
boyfriend this story, which I did over dinner.
Oh, too tired to write. Too silly and distracted. I
am so different than I used to be, when I used to write so much on lonely
sad evenings. I've thought of ending this thing for the second time in
four years. Silly. I can't, because I love it so. So...
