wish you were here

Blargh.

What a perfectly timed trip. Just enough to love being away, just enough to want to be home again.

I splurged on myself. ‘Cause I could.

Though I don’t wanna to go to work.

One more week until Finals. I need to do some practice. And new fliers. And I need some distraction this week as well. I suspect it’ll go by faster than I’m really living it.

And March is almost here? What?

Well, we got here.

Said hi to the ocean already.

Tomorrow will consist of City Lights at one point, Amoeba at another, some coffee, and, later in the evening, some drinking.

Any suggestions on what to buy at above places? Call me and let me know. I get so overwhelmed with that stuff.

Trying to write. Or something. After finishing the story, I feel a little, well, not useful. Maybe I just need you guys to ask me to write more stories for you, so it’ll get me to at least get some kind of regular output that has nothing to do with blogs or poetry.

Yeah.

I’m ready to go.

Been listening to this poem a lot.

If you’re reading this, I’m thinking of you.

I need to stop being a brat. Really.

Lots to do tomorrow. Lots of typing to do. And lots of riding shotgun.

I don’t know if I’ll be posting from SF, so if you see some words, then there you go.

I’m softer than usual right now. Literally. My skin.

Your taste is still in the back of my mouth. I wait.

Well, everything got done. The story got a little rushed at the end, but it wasn’t as train-wrecky as I was expecting. But I have no time to revise.

But laundry’s done, and I’ve thought about packing, though haven’t really done any. At least there’s a plan in place. Or something.

I float. And I don’t mind at all.

I hate Microsoft Update.

Hi.

I’ll have more later, after I do some house cleaning, laundry, packing, and writing.

There’s a nap in there somewhere.

What awesome poetry tonight. I feel charged creatively, a little, but I need some time to process. I may have that in SF.

I am a really bad girl. The story’s not done. But, tonight, it will be. I think.

I guess I have things to write about. I just think I need to just write out the crap first. I’ve been writing really linear obvious things rather than reaching into images and randomness.

Bought Fonzie a new toy today. He loves it.

And so, tiredly, to bed.

(Miss you, Hunter.)

It’s Monday. So yes, it’s my Thursday. So that’s good.

It’s also my night to host. But Andrea and Suzy are going to be providing me with some inspiration before I head out of town Thursday.

You know that line from New Order, “Every time I think of you, I feel a shot right though with a bolt of blue”? That’s about as close as I can get right now.

Lame, yes. But true.

Hmmm.

Despite other things totally not related, I’m giggly.

And I’m not going to apologize.