03.17.04 11:53 am

ah, coffee my friend. so good to drink you this drizzle morning.

i am averaging about 6 hours (if that) of sleep this week, and doesn't look to get any better any time soon.

crazy weekend of weird dates (no more) and clubnight with friends and walking into my apartment sunday morning with the sun.

this week a long overdue visit with the lovelies mr and mrs westbye o dland, here from the faroff land of portland, maine. also in town the crazy irish catholic clan from spokane here to do the basketball tourney and drink any and everyone under the table.

and saturday, the mother arrives. for a week.

i need a big giant pill of energy and fortitude.

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i have lost forty pounds since october. it has made a dent of a difference and i have a lot more to go, but it still feels good.

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i have stopped telling myself i need to write write write. i am now telling myself to read read read. this is the first step to living writing. how did i forget this? neruda and olds and cummings accompany my bus rides every day and it has made all the difference.

reading poetry slips me into a bubble color realm of a velvet coat to wrap around me as i traverse the mundane. a shield from the crazy. a portal to the crazy.

i like it when the lines blur.

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and tonight another late night with the two love them to death kims and festive dancing irish ceilis.

today is a good day to be green.