innernet is working again. the new apartment is swell. it seems kinda sparse. i'd thought i had too much stuff, but i guess it's just relative. i'm short a couple bookshelves, a table with chairs, a dresser, floorpillows, and a dozen plants. i've got a pattern for the floorpillows and i'm trying to pick out fab while my machine is in the shop. zig-zag.
work is okay. my nemesis is back from vacation. but i got enough power while he was away that it's a non-issue for awhile. it seems icky to speak of it that way, but really, that's what it is. i was really involved for a month or so, but my interest is waning. rather, nurturing the rest of my life is more important. passions, musings, muses and dreams. i say this, yet still i work ten to twelve hours a day while paper lies unpainted, stories wait to be written, rhymes drift in silence, and my heart bleeds freely at night.
no one knows the lonely one whose head's in the clouds.
we saw charlies angels tonight. exactly what i expected and i enjoyed every minute of it. i wonder if i'm the only one who thought, for a second at least, that charlie was actually rudy from survivor.
dreamboat annie, my little ship of dreams.
leave the window ajar. compulsively open the closed. a parade goes by. don't miss a float. don't miss a clown, a baton twirl, a fez. don't miss this. but keep the cage door open. this bird may return. wintersleep. close your eyes. imagine that tomorrow is heaven. tomorrow, we'll go driving in the rain. this lost mind wanders interstate. this silent voice murmurs senseless. this warm hand remains within yours.