Plathological

the lovecats

White cat watching! And been vodka drinking with strings, dangling, and: on a stick! Where did the time go? I’m surprised at how little I have to say. It’s torturously ridiculous, next to nothing. Except for that room upstairs last night, its tenants gone on a trip. It's set up in the round and we have our roof sitting out-the-window, and the deaf cat clawing the air hour, after hour. Poured energy drinks in our vodka and lemonade just to keep up with its tiny white spine, limitless motions preying on the string weaving all over the hard dark floor. I don’t know. Graeme’s been back in his ripped white Ts and Eraserhead hair, and I’ve given up thinking for cuddling (and reading stories with satisfyingly disturbing endings and playing with cats—since everyone seems to have at least one, if not two), which is the point I haven’t made very well at all until now--some cats have fleas, some have tubes in their side, some can't hear a g'd damn thing, stomping foot by their ear. I’m in love—how do I even put that anymore? Total disregard for the documentation of events, seems to be the way I’ve been doing it. They've fixed the clock tower on city hall. Each hour is chimed in turn, with one ring to mark its mid-point. It's nice to hear it from my window.

Ended up coming home last night, smashed as all smashed and trying to watch Fellini special features while eating half a sandwich. Trying to watch. Or rather, trying to take in the brilliant surreal parade of images in the colourful short, while trying to decipher the small, white text running like a condemned man at the bottom of the screen. A life or death scrolling race and only catching half of any dialogue until Ok. I can’t take this anymore. Can't focus on two things at once. Shutting it off! Shutting it off! Let’s listen to radio dramas coast-to-coast! Really loud to sober us up! Ok. That will work. That will work because listening is easier than reading the marquee at this juncture. And falling asleep to . . . .:

Also, every night for more than a week straight and counting, I’ve been having sleeps filled with grotesque nightmares. Every night without fail and I don’t know why and I wake shaken and shaky each time. Any ideas as to what’s going on? Or better yet: as to how to put an end to this nightmare plague? CURES?? It’s kind of hard to take.