Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Last Fri: "She has been warded. Come."
Monday, June 26, 2006
Wear clothes, wash clothes, hang up clothes to dry, iron clothes. Repeat.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
In other news am not sure why Moon is a Harsh Mistress perturbs me so.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
"Won't press you. But a secret weapon must be kept secret. Mike, does anybody else suspect that you are alive?"
"Am I alive?" His voice held tragic loneliness.
- The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Robert Heinlein
Friday, June 16, 2006
Well the day has passed and all seems fine. I try not to think about the next day, and the next day after that, when it comes to that; it'll arrive all by itself will-he nil-he.
Someone will be back soon, and the world seems sunnier though I'm a fool.
I wonder if anyone ever outgrows the need for hug-buddies: people you coexist with whom you know don't like you and you don't like them much, not in that timeless death-defying way, whom you know you could drop like a shot and maybe they already have to you, but with whom you exchange verbal or sometimes physical hugs regularly. Living on the edge, in a funny way. Dancing your love away in a parody of human care.
Or maybe my mind has been pickled by the clubbing culture. Which one? Either/or, both?