standing in front of the sink i'm pretending to wink
So I've been bumming around the house all day long. I had an appointment with Dr. Feelgood my friendly local mustachioed psychiatrist-since-high-school, who I only really see anymore to get pills ordered in to the university pharmacy, but the appointment's been postponed. This is irritating 'cause I'm all out of pills. Anyway, I didn't feel like doing much of anything at all, so I went on a walk around my neighborhood until my heels started hurting for some reason. Then I ended up slouching on someone else's overgrown lawn, crumbling a large dead leaf into powder between my fingers. An older woman with a bright red sweater and an upper-class Southern accent approached me to ask whether I was "all right." She tented her fingers underneath her chin and squinted through her bifocals. "Excuse me," she said. "I'm so blind! I didn't know whether you were young or old. I couldn't tell if you were hurt, if something was wrong..."
I received a copy of Everything is Illuminated in the mail, but I haven't started reading it yet. Thanks.
Stealing all kinds of things from the internet. Songs. (This is one of those things I do that I think is probably not as ethically defensible as everybody else seems to think it is, but cannot be arsed to quite care about or feel remorse for.) You know what's a good combination of items on this planet? Record players and records and liquor and cola. Truly. I haven't got any of those things in my kitchen this evening; I'm just feeling nostalgic.
I have got maple-walnut ice cream in this kitchen and about forty gazillion tomatoes, many of which seem fresh. Amanda Palmer in my banged-up giant headphones. Wondering idly why those Hunger Games books, which have several awesome female characters and several awesome characters who are definitely or very possibly not white people, seem to be set in a World of No Queer People (Except Possibly Some Depraved Predatory Sex-Slave-Buying Types), and whether it's ridiculous that I'd be even slightly bothered by that. (I mean, it certainly isn't as though it surprises me.) Wondering idly what I'm going to do when I get back to school, and what I'm going to do after I'm done with and ditched all that. The short answer is that I'm not sure. I don't know. Any ideas? Anyone?
A friend of my old co-worker Molly, the same friend of Molly's who went with us to that Mountain Goats show back in April, text-messaged me last night to ask me whether I "knew anything about nanotechnology." I said, well, yeah, but in a really specious, pop-culture-informed, layperson sort of way. "Oh," she said, "I only just found out what it was and I thought it sounded like something you'd think was interesting." And I do, I suppose. (Used to be terrified of a Gray Goo scenario when I was littler.) Speaking of messages, I guess I have Yahoo's IM service thing now, so if you'd ever like to try to chat at me, you know, if you're awake and I'm awake and you're bored and it's late at night or what-have-you, please feel free to try. This is the general "you" here. I mean, PM me and I'll tell you who I am.