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.
the apartment has not been unpacked. there are the matters of my ass-kicking sickness, michael's sore back. his working approximately 83 hours a week, and not having the furniture to house a lot of things. shambles. it is driving michael mad, who needs everything in its proper place for the sake of his wellbeing. he asked me to move a bookshelf to replace with my quasi-couch and i just had to look at him from my nest in front of the television, trying to draw attention to my clammy forehead and bed head and sweaty t-shirt as evidence of my absolute inability at this point.
at least it is raining off and on.
and i am feeling rather good about things.
and meowsy was the biggest champ on the eleven-hour drive.

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.

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