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walking through the central tunnel today i reached a point, midway between a piano accordion player and a flamenco guitarist, where the music in the tunnel sounded distinctly like the decemberists. this almost made up for the fact that i still had a damp crotch from where my unopened tangerine flavoured drink leaked all over my "groinal region". this event was somewhat of a surprise, particularly as the drink was rather cold.
i felt quite anxious today, and am looking forward to a quiet weekend. i feel like lying in a field, up in the mountains, under the stars. i used to do that at my boyfriend's house when i was younger, and it was just cold and crisp, quieter than i now think is possible, and so beautifully clear that it made you feel alive in a whole other way to the way i seem to experience day to day.
i felt quite anxious today, and am looking forward to a quiet weekend. i feel like lying in a field, up in the mountains, under the stars. i used to do that at my boyfriend's house when i was younger, and it was just cold and crisp, quieter than i now think is possible, and so beautifully clear that it made you feel alive in a whole other way to the way i seem to experience day to day.