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2003-12-10 || 9:41 a.m. || knocked out || and last night i was awake for a long time. not making any sudden movements so that meowmeow would stay right there alongside my ribs, filling up all the spaces with catfur and purring. feeling the weight of four afghans all crocheted by the cw-kla family line of crafty ladies, representing years 1976 through 2003 (mum and grandma far-away.), and listening to the rain stop start stop start with the wind blowing the shade up and down and pushing the door open and closed. and last night i had a serious talk by way of cross-country string and tin can under covers; last night all of the sudden there were reasons to be very serious with several paths laid out before me like a slide show of possible places to visit. i am being very vague. but things are happening and i have to make decisions and it seems i might be the unwitting (witting?) champion in a quietly orchestrated boxing match between me and the state of new york. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |