novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- relocation debacle moving changes everything around. it's so strange to relocate everything i own but be the same person, just in another place. i'm scared of the habits i might develop living by myself. walking around naked is fine as long as my curtains sheild the neighbors' precious eyes. constantly eating is not okay. not cleaning up is a bad thing. the pacific bell guy came over to hook up my telephone line today. i was sitting on my bed, in the boxers i sleep in, watching the news repeat the same broadcast over and over. he knocked on my window and tracked mud all over my new carpet. i sprayed the floor with lysol, put on pants, and took out the garbage. i don't mind the not talking. when i say something out loud my own voice surprizes me. my new neighborhood is nice. there are a lot of trees, and every day i either bike or drive past this shed with jesus painted on it. i don't know whether to wave hi or cross myself as i pass him. he looks like an emaciated trucker in a bedsheet. i keep coughing up stomach acid and not sleeping. kirsten is coming over. 7:09 pm - 2.10.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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