we named him baby
Dreaming about a boy I oughtn't, thinking about one I oughtn't, adoring one I ought.
Yesterday Millie & I were talking, & we couldn't figure out why we were doing any of the things we were doing, so we got up & started walking and didn't stop. By the end of the day I had calmed down enough, but when we first got started I couldn't think of anything better than being gone. It was actually one of the most enjoyable days I have spent in quite a while; finally saw The Weather Project at the tate modern & left pages of the Soviet Union information (with our words scribbled all over them) in the Nan Goldin books, burnt my mouth on thai chicken soup from EAT. & finished off the day with a cinammon pretzel. That was the food, obviously, which I believe goes to show exactly what I care about in life. Oh, & we had cookies from Millie's Cookies, just for the vague irony of it all and because we felt like doing everything backwards. It was warm on the trains that we fell asleep on, and Dave bought me a dog. I felt safe.
I think I'm just too lazy.