after i got off the phone last night i just cried & cried. i tried to send prayers east, toward the coast, but i felt closed-off: land-locked.
i woke up in terror.
how to fight off these things:
� re-paint fingernails RED
� coca-cola (aside: would coca-cola be as therapeutic if the can were blue, or purple, or green?)
� curl up in bed with the fortunate fall because it is familiar & we all need a little minneapolis sci-fi when we're out of sorts
oh there is just nothing to say.
it is beautiful outside. in the city all the executives & administrators & managers are dressed-down for labor day, not in solidarity either. here i sit in blue jeans, not in solidarity either.
�aside: what is it about librarians? are they more prone to read online diaries anyway, or what? i can think of four or five, off the top of my head, who have been reading mine. hmmmm. show yourself. explain.
�oh my heart oh my heart / shies from the sorrow ...::.tim.buckley.::
