i've been climbing up this ladder (so long, so long).
i am having a rough few days...and though i hate complaining and try to refrain from doing so, it's been an especially rough few days, so i feel justified. ever since saturday night, and all previous cynicism aside, i had a severe 3day migraine that made me feel absolutely suicidal. i have consumed large quantities of otc pills, was hardly able to sleep, and feel really fucking out of whack. on top of that, i had to get a new cell phone and now manually need to plug in all of my numbers, had to miss class, have a shit ton of work to do, and had a 3-hour phone conversation today that was incredibly productive and honest and rational and hard to hear and essential for future reference, as well as something i really need to discuss and to know in order to move forward, but, in the interim, leaves me feeling vastly...oh i don't even know...all i know is something has to change. for me. and yet and yet. i wish this had gone down differently. and, at this moment, i am profoundly sad.
with everything in my brain, there's actually little i care to explain, at least for now. chances are, the writer in me will want to soon. well, o well. i had dojo's dinner and an Ave-A drink with jake (or rather watched him drink), which i really needed after 2 nights of ridiculous pain in my lonely apartment. i think it's lay-down time. or maybe i can find a television show about conjoined people.
i will leave you with the tire fires, recorded saturday night in brooklyn. why? i don't know, because i am that thing sitting on the table, bathed in light, just beyond jake and tim. only semi-invisible.
ladies and gentlemen, without a safety net, i shall now perform a 180-degree flip-flop. i shall now amputate,
i shall now contort. because down is the new up.
with everything in my brain, there's actually little i care to explain, at least for now. chances are, the writer in me will want to soon. well, o well. i had dojo's dinner and an Ave-A drink with jake (or rather watched him drink), which i really needed after 2 nights of ridiculous pain in my lonely apartment. i think it's lay-down time. or maybe i can find a television show about conjoined people.
i will leave you with the tire fires, recorded saturday night in brooklyn. why? i don't know, because i am that thing sitting on the table, bathed in light, just beyond jake and tim. only semi-invisible.
Click to viewladies and gentlemen, without a safety net, i shall now perform a 180-degree flip-flop. i shall now amputate,
i shall now contort. because down is the new up.