Wool Coat
I finally got enough sleep that this coffee is a pleasure and not a crutch. Last night I had a really challenging class, lots of water, a hot shower, finished my book and fell into a deep deep sleep. I dreamed all night like my brain was emptying its cache. I saved a tiny bug who has lived in my sink for two days and was becoming unresponsive. I listened to white stripes as I got ready for work, and remembered my sunglasses for the walk. Jim just sent me some photos he took in high school and I have no words to describe everything related to them.
Today I get to work on our tattoos feature. I have no plans for tonight, finally. There is no one I’m supposed to see, or anywhere I need to be. I don’t need to think about time. I can make my little work and non work lists and check them off in my own time. I can breathe.
Today is such a beautiful day. I want to walk in the cool air for miles and miles. If I were still in Virginia I would know every trail in every bit of unauthorized chunk of wood. I’d crunch through the brush and leaves as quietly as possible. I’d lay down in a long wool coat and fall half asleep with my hair and an arm for a pillow. I’d wake up at nightfall really really awake. Eyes dilated. Mind dilated. Charged. Calm. Good.
1992
Tuesday night with nothing to do, Mia? This is Washington! If you’re not training for a marathon, earning your MBA, or volunteering with lepers, you’re slackin’!
Post the other pictures in this series. The one you’ve posted here looks like a still from the movie “Coven” in “American Movie.” You’re sitting on some pretty ones of you from your youth. Share, child.
Um, you saw them when you stopped by my cube! yeah, this looks very Blair Witch, i know. silly high school assignments.
If it’s there’s a way to be more egocentric than having a blog in which i post photos of myself i don’t know what else is.
ok, go to /photos/jim_pictures_of_you/ for complete egocentricity on my part. Have at them. Damn that HP commercial for making us so sappy.
The one called Eidolon (these are jim’s naming conventions) was one he did not remember taking - it showed up when he developed the roll, with the freaky atmosphere around it.
Jim, don’t kill me buddy.
Here’s my first post, chica! The pics a bit The Ring-like, such that it appears you’ve just stepped out of a well.
yep, that’s just me channeling my energy. the usual. :p
glad you’re talking, honeypot.
I think I’m heading in the voyeuristic direction like you.
you will be indulged here within reason, my friend. hehe “like you”
who me?
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