(turnip into my shelf)

i think it's colder inside that outside. we got the HVAC ripped out and don't get any sun in here. it's nice when it's too warm outside, but right now i'm sitting with a couple of sweatshirts on. there's a nice cool spring breeze on the porch but it's like winter in here. the air isn't moving, like it's frozen.

i took a nice nap this afternoon with sara and we made plans to travel during reading days. söndering. i called anna, and she said we could come crash. from there, who knows. depends on what work we have and where people are.

at night i was out in the street and it was really quiet, cars rolling by on college ave. the lights from the houses was warm and dim. i found a possum, crushed open on the road. when i approached a baby was crawling towards the curb under a parked car. another was nuzzling under its mother, lifting a lifeless paw with its head.

(concert circle sandwich)

i was at first unitarian on march 26 for xiu xiu, and again last friday, april 25 for eisley. they could hardly have been more different shows, but that's not the real story, because there was a month of other concerts in between. they were each at a different venue, starting with cowboy bar in mechanicsburg, chameleon, starlight ballroom and the troc.

an intense month of concerts matched an intense month in life, which probably helped keep things sane, in the end. like driving in high school.

the other thing i was thinking is that first unitarian is a pretty ideal church. it's a great catchall for things that need a place that don't have one. it hosts homeless meals and a children's center during the day and small time concerts at night. cheap tickets, intimate setting, no bouncers. unless the crowd is obnoxious it's pretty much a guaranteed good show. it's funny, i don't think i've ever ran into any unitarians there.

(shot in sequence)

i guess i'm tired.

(neurasthenia and other tropical diseases)

saturday: as i was falling asleep, i heard the whistling from amsterdam coming from someone's speakers in some other house.

sunday: i have no memory of this day. it's like the shattered planks of the airship after the floating continent. it's going along until there's just jagged splinters and a green-haired girl hanging on.

monday: oxfam poster meeting session devolved into anagramming. 'cream her beef' results. it turns out memphis really can't make free throws. too bad they couldn't have chosen the michigan state game to choke.

tuesday: stager smells like fish, which turns into a day long conversation topic. katie leach complains about in class work. i'm listening to human after all on my ipod. the blend of diversion and novelty.

wednesday: i have two glasses of water on my desk. they were empty, and i filled them. they will be empty again.

(ready for too much after all)

The most important part about moving my bed was clearing out the dust bunnies from underneath. Other than that it was just a sock and program from the philly art museum. By bed is under the windows like your bed is now. That's the idea i got, along with having different colored covers and beach towels for bath towels.

I'm listening to hot chip and daft punk. that's to replace, though not entirely, air and ac newman. i'm doing something both wednesday and thursday nights, though i have options for both, so i'm not sure what. it's either ewf or concert in both cases. concert's more exciting but reading is more relaxing. for this month, at least, concert will almost always come out on top.

I'm excited about this room because it feels like I can move out of it now. It has broken from its mold. I'm disoriented turning around in my chair. I'm no good with anything that's too constant, I suppose.

(plus plus)

i was listening to the air song over and over. it's raining outside. you called during class. i've been busy. i've been happy. that's what happens when it's spring. maybe something to do with forgetting. getting pushed under by the weather.

i haven't stopped being thirsty in a long time. i wonder if it's something broken from drinking too much water back in the day. maybe i eat too much salt. or else i just like the feeling of being filled with water all the time. i think of people not drinking and it just feels dry.

that's the thing abotu this third section. it's got to be here, but i'm really just done. i'm already thinking of what's doing next. je songe à veiller un peu, travailler. cormir tard, me lever satisfait. avoir fini. c'est un bon rêve. la liberté.