read three poems, without a part of burn it in. wore a blonde wig for too far, because it was about me being blonde. everyone told me it was good, but fine, whatever, all i had to worry about was wearing a wig on the el train to the show and not itching my hair off.
work at monsanto saturday day. rachel scheu’s party was off for saturday night. it is on the 21st. rachel may emailed me so i called her and i am seeing her tonight, sunday. saw steve nellemann sat night, but he just came over and steve and john and i talked til like 1 in the morning or something.
beth left for a week long vacation today, to go visit her family. so i have the place to myself. which is nice, john and i have baan walking around here like we didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing us. which is nice.
i should really get to writing the examine the files for the end of this month. I don’t want this job taking orders for body body now. working for days a week for a month doesn’t even cover my rent, so it is getting harderand harder for me to justify my reason for staying here.
john is working on his computer now, we’re in my apartment because he didn’t want to go to his apartment, and now my brain is reeling and i have no one to share it with because he needs to be left alone.
like any other day when i am here, i guess. living alone, metaphysically, and being alone, spiritually.
