2005-06-01 || 12:16 a.m. || will write soon. || meow has taken to mewling in the middle of the night/early early morning in the most heartwrenching fashion. because i am neurotically sensitive to her actions and perceived needs, i believe her crying to be mourning songs for stuart. last night at the height of my hideous fever (welcome to portland here's the flu something fierce. i blame it on kissing matt bonar at karaoke night) i stumbled out to the cavernous living room, the scene of her latest sad song, and promptly fell asleep on a moving blanket in the middle of the wood floor. i haven't called any california friends yet, save the drunk dial to brian while crossing the hawthorne bridge the other night. i have a fear of emotional flash floods of late. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |