April 21, 2004

Old Memories Don't Pay the Liquor Bill

Wired on caffeine right now. Today is a day where I will see the Pixies. I also plan on mailing some stuff out. I hate mailing.
I'm reading Anais Nin's diary and it's amazing how many letters they send to each other. And how much they like it. When it comes to me, I'd rather not mail anyone anything.
Plan on going to Second Story today to write. Fill up some pages. I need to get some ideas for some stories. I have the ideas, but I never research. I should research something.

Ugh. The mornings can bring such promise, but by noon, everybody has gone into their daily personas and hardly anyone looks like a real person. Most people look like citizens, and angry, selfish fuckers at that.

I've been waking up all sweaty of late (again!), with no memories of my dreams or what would cause me to wake up, startled and sweaty. There were droplets on my arm and my neck was moist, which means I'm lying perfectly still, sweating away in my sleep then waking up and being alert, mildly scared and confused. Why why why the fuck. And what does this mean?

Posted by matty-b at April 21, 2004 11:11 AM
Comments

Wow. beautiful site.

Posted by: michael at April 21, 2004 12:21 PM

What -is- that angry mutha with the eyes at the side? It looks like the Ed the Sock version of a bullet. Or the bullet version of Ed the Sock. Or a metal condom. Or-

Posted by: ben at April 21, 2004 1:17 PM

Thanks Michael.

Ben --: it's a sugar canister, but from a negative restaurant dimension.

Posted by: matt at April 22, 2004 11:48 AM