novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i feel a dream down here no work today, just errands and a lunch date with an old coworker. feeling mechanical. woke up to the phone ringing and my landlord screaming in my ear DO NOT USE THE WATER WE ARE CHANGING THE PIPES WE ARE FIXING THE PIPES DO NOT USE THE WATER DO NOT GO TO THE BATHROOM. a trek to the library, two blocks down from the lake. beautiful book dust and bird anthologies. the old coworker cried into her swiss cheeseburger down the block from my last summer's job. i concentrated on the greasy hair behind my ears, hoping i didn't really need a shower this morning. we discussed the negative repercussions of eating too many undiluted beets or cranberries. outside al's 1/3 pounders an eight week old puppy licked our faces and she felt a bit better. more photocopies of more birds. a mental to-do list for the next twenty-four hours: what do i have time to finish before leaving for ventura? what do i need to take with me to portland? at the east bay center for creative re-use i ask myself why am i buying this rectangular vase with the word applause etched onto its side? i never buy flowers. at home i stuck the bookmobile pennant inside it and placed it on top of the refrigerator. there is no D in refrigerator. i didn't know that before. 3:43 pm - 08.19.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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