wildcat

I took a shower to clean up and warm up and speed up my brain. I drank a glass of water, wrote a couple poems, drank a glass of water, did the dishes, cleaned up the apartment some, took out the recycling, wrote two pages based off "walking the drunk down the street" as a weird drinking game between two friends, listened to the Frida soundtrack, pulled that Doctorow book up off the shelf because I haven't touched it for reading purposes since the night of the terrible food poisoning when I read it to myself at two in the morning while preparing to vomit. Going to scribble more poems, probably, or little stories while I read. The plans for the evening changed and I'm just enjoying the quiet. Quiet. Quiet. I need another glass of water.