October 18, 2005

& This is From The Summer Where I Talked To my Shrink for Four hours A Day Over The Phone. If You Can't Tell.

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So I’m wearing a wool peacoat in the middle of summer, unable to leave my house, barely able to enter my backyard. And here I am now, developing theories about anti-pregnancy fuzz. How times have changed.

Anyway, today way great. Matt got me, Lucas and Xavier started on a shimmering vitamin program that’s specifically designed for recovering heroin addicts. Also, me and Matt and Lucas went to the Moka House. We sat on the heated patio for hours and unconsciously talked in newage post-pomo speech with shit-eating grins never quite reaching our faces. We played panel games and mapped out theories as words/concepts into algebra and spoke of the shape/construct of my heart. Later, me, Matt, Lucas & Xavier went to Value Village, where I bought a splendid long, long shirt. & then me and Xavier trotted off into the slight chill for takeout sushi and a rented movie from Xanavision, which ended up being Sideways. Pleasantly difficult to watch, even with canned mussels on crackers. We were torn, but not in a bad way.

Posted by caroline at October 18, 2005 2:48 AM
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I seem to recall getting into rather a lot of trouble over 2001: A Space Odyssey with Xanavision, and leaving the city over it. They were completely wrong, so I was sticking it to the Man.

Still haven't seen Sideways yet.

Have you ever gotten eight pages into a new story and realized with horrifying, and we're talking H.P. Lovecraft Shadow over Innsmouth horror here, horrifying blood-curdling ickyness, that the point of view is completely wrong, and you've trapped yourself in the brain of one individual when there are half a dozen people in the room, all demanding to be heard? I don't like that. I don't like at all. Should I just stop right there and begin the second draft, even though I'm only a third of the way through the story and the plot itself hasn't completely resolved in my head?

Posted by: ben at October 18, 2005 7:41 PM

P.S. Your bricks are really hot.

Posted by: ben at October 18, 2005 7:42 PM

yes. back to the drawing board, ben. seriously. I've done it before and it was the biggest relief, things finally started to makes sense, take appropriate shape. it's just process.

Posted by: caroline at October 19, 2005 12:55 AM

those are my parents' bricks yo!

Posted by: caroline at October 19, 2005 1:00 AM