Jun. 29, 2004 - 10:08
sandman sleepies in eyes.
you know that feeling when your body is so tired it sinks into your bed so completely you are one with the mattress and you notice that when you are this tired you don't feel the tension in your shoulder and that huge knot between your neck and collarbone so maybe the trick to relieving tension is to just be really tired. you are already hovering above your bed in a dream world like shirley maclaine out of body experiences and your mind is linking images together like your cat jumping on the bed his diet is working but he's still so heavy black and white ice cream sandwich and what you have to pack in your bag for work the next day and jane hamilton book sharky lent you is really poetic she writes about sadness so well. too verbose maybe at times people don't really talk like her novel characters. at least no one you know. sometimes you feel like you are too much of a cheerleader where did you get that from? you can't help it. there is room for dark and light both. don't forget to make copies of press kits and you are worried about getting enough sleep and you keep being cranky cause you're not asleep yet pushing matt over heavy arms. finally sleep takes you and then your alarm goes off and gummo gets off the bed with you meowing for breakfast. you look longingly at your bed and lucky matt still sleeping.
fuck man. your stomach feels wierd. too early. maybe it was organic spring rolls from last nite. what a strange actor waiter at that place. he was schmoozing with the poet girl across from you.
walking to work you get a huge coffee at the evil empire you swore you wouldn't go to and then you decide you must have breakfast in cafeteria of turkey sausage, toast and fruit. mmmm. better.
