catch.
what i would do to be able to screech like robert plant on 'babe i'm gonna leave you' - i practice my best disgruntled growl walking into town to catch the bus in the mornings. three weeks ago we walked along san francisco streets caffeine buzzing and skipping along the sidewalks admiring real life palm fronds (you the low-fi femmes, me _____ ) - went to seattle and watched iron and wine play - a promise to learn slow mandolin solo's. now i may be moving out of collective living and quitting my five year long job as well - long pulls off the whiskey bottle with you at night. most of the time, i hate this time of year. the allergies and sudden catch of colds with weather switching mid-week that leave me bed ridden - afraid for the summer for the classic saving of money period - even though i'm not in school at all. and only two weeks ago it snowed, and i skidded all the way home on route 9, my face against the windshield squinting and with only one head light flickering as snow pelted like a small flurry of moths everywhere i turned. i am up to four cups of coffee a day and it all is too scary to make a decision.