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2002-01-04 || 4:57 p.m. || another haunted hill, sheesh. || eee. i am very tired. i am plunk plunking away at the typewriter (i get to use a typewriter. every day. i thank my lucky stars this university is still a good thirty years behind the rest of the world. no smoking in the break room, though. no katharine hepburn desk set.) and i am slurping coffee and i am trying not to let the head loll too much (last night i slept in a big big house in the berkeley hills. we watched movies in the basement and peaked in nooks and crannies, studied all the family photographs in the hallway and read the spines of endless books propped on shelves. it is funny to sleep in a stranger's house, a house with twenty (at least!) foot ceilings and eighty year old tile in the bathroom. i had one floor all to myself and tried tried tried not to let the ghosty thoughts get to me. i didn't look in the mirror while brushing my teeth (what if they're standing behind me? i could feel them breathing on my neck. i didn't spit for fear they were particular about the cleanliness of their sink.) and kept my contacts in for a while just in case i needed a quick getaway. i had the tv on for the longest time until i couldn't stand jah rule any longer. with all the lights out i put the covers over my head. but. there were sounds. and the light fixture above me was very scary in the dark with no contacts. and. it was hot and cold and hot and cold and that's not a good sign supernaturally, oh no. so i didn't sleep. not really. at three-thirty i thought long and hard about just up and leaving and driving down the hill to the apartment but that meant having to get up out of the covers, and everyone knows ghosties love exposed skin and exposed ears and girls who can't see properly in the dark. so i waited. and drifted. and waited. and had funny dreams. and when the alarm went off i was very grateful. but now i am very tired. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |