blood machine
this morning i woke up from the first dreams i can remember having in some time. i was all twisted in my sheets from coming in and out of sleep for the previous hour or so. i was confused. i was covered in sweat. i had ten minutes to get out the door and get to work. you know, that's not actually that much of a problem for me - crawl out of covers, brush teeth, put on the same clothes i wore yesterday, grab my lunch from the fridge, get bike, roll. i can do that in - six minutes! i find it so strange that some people can take an hour to get ready to leave the house. i don't think i could occupy that much time 'getting ready' if i tried.
i like biking in the rain a lot. maybe less when it's pouring, but the fresh grey sky spitting down at quarter to six this morning was perfect. it was so quiet. i especially love biking busy streets when it's quiet enough that i can hear my wet wheels swishing along the concrete. there were sirens. some cars went by. but mostly it was quiet. do you ever sing when you bike? i fucking love that too. i was sitting in front of my house the other day and i saw this guy zoom down clark, belting out something very grand and the guy could really sing - i yelled out something approving and sat there laughing.
at work today i drank a litre of coffee even though i was already dehydrated.
today i am sharp. yesterday's decent night of sleep did well by me. i've power cleaned the thanksgiving disaster, made a multiple-stop bottle run ($4.50, YES), caught up on some readings for school. i'm about to cover a wall with parcel paper. i consider this productive.
music of the day:
opeth, isis, holy fuck, man man,
then
chad vangaalen, because i'm seeing him tomorrow and am REALLY excited.
here, have an unrelated photo.
taken on hornby island at the end of summer.
brown paper dreams,
laryssa.
i like biking in the rain a lot. maybe less when it's pouring, but the fresh grey sky spitting down at quarter to six this morning was perfect. it was so quiet. i especially love biking busy streets when it's quiet enough that i can hear my wet wheels swishing along the concrete. there were sirens. some cars went by. but mostly it was quiet. do you ever sing when you bike? i fucking love that too. i was sitting in front of my house the other day and i saw this guy zoom down clark, belting out something very grand and the guy could really sing - i yelled out something approving and sat there laughing.
at work today i drank a litre of coffee even though i was already dehydrated.
today i am sharp. yesterday's decent night of sleep did well by me. i've power cleaned the thanksgiving disaster, made a multiple-stop bottle run ($4.50, YES), caught up on some readings for school. i'm about to cover a wall with parcel paper. i consider this productive.
music of the day:
opeth, isis, holy fuck, man man,
then
chad vangaalen, because i'm seeing him tomorrow and am REALLY excited.
here, have an unrelated photo.
taken on hornby island at the end of summer.
brown paper dreams,
laryssa.