novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mopping, reading & peeing it's saturday even though i haven't ended my friday yet. friday afternoon i cleaned the entire kitchen and suffered a newsflash when i realized i'd rather clean peoples' houses for money than serve them coffee or file their dockets this summer. this evening mom + i watched Philadelphia and it was amazing, weird to rediscover that movie because i didn't think much of it cinematically before. and when we were through, carried out plates past mom's hissing demonic cockatoo in the kitchen, i saw that ludwig relieved his bl adder all over my freshly-mopped floor (funny how the floor is now MINE because i'm the one who cleaned it) so maybe i can't handle upkeep if i keep thinking about what happens in-between cleanings. oh well, epileptic dogs have to pee sometimes. ludwig is not himself. since his cavalcade of seizures last week, he forgets who i am and he pees on everything in the middle of the night. it is hard to feel anything other than pity and disgust for someone so unravelled. i love him, my schnau, but pity and disgust are the easiest emotions to feel when experiencing something like this. i've still been reading a lot. ursula hegi's Floating In My Mother's Palm was amazing. i also read Disgrace, but i can't remember who wrote it. now i'm on frank mccourt's 'Tis. i have it in my mind that i want to read every "monumental" book-- meaning any classic or set of works that have earned themselves a prize (pulitzer, booker, nobel, any prize will do.) somehow i find myself trusting literary critics, even though music critics bore me and movie critics annoy me. it would suck to die now because there are so many words in my head that i still have to write down. sleep baits and i bite. 2:22 am - 6.10.2000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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