2004-11-08 || 8:11 p.m.
|| monday madness, or five-minute procrastination part one. ||
feel like i am speakinglikethis with syllablesrushedtogether and notimetotakeabreak because i havesomuchtodo, suddenly. final projects and no sleep and thankfully no thoughts of dispair or impending academic doom. not at the moment, any way.
first: i would like to tattoo eric gill engravings on every inch of back.
second: he who is unconditionally seated to the right of my heart is coming to town next week for work. i haven't seen him in a year, which is the longest i have gone without face-to-face fighting and frustration. i wish i could clear out the calendar to be properly linked arm-in-arm in a continuous fashion while he is here, but i hope to get at least two solid sitting-on-porch sessions and maybe a nice mock-fight over dinner at an unfortunate restaurant.third: i forgot about my style of project progress, where i spend seven hours (!) (i counted!) and then, while half-heartedly watching the tail end of an episode of the surreal life, decide it's just not right and i need to start over. again. i would like to thank art stores for generally employing such attractive people so that it doesn't hurt so much to take trips back and forth, back and forth.
fourth: signature meal of the moment: two trader joe's frozen eggplant parmesan cutlets baked to crispy wonderfulness and stuck together with melted cheese to be set adrift upon a sea of marinara. equals three consecutive dinners and unwavering delight.
fifth: how are you? are you all right?
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