decided to shower today. i got comments like "you look like a business woman"
also, due to my "plan"
was an hour late to work, and was drunk for the first two hours.
the hangover was mild, fortunately.

i met a man named jeff today who works in the valet at the garage at the hospital, whenever i leave i always go through the wrong way (the valet side) unintentionally (this is because i am a bad driver) and he stopped me today and said i am the only one who smiles at him. i told him i felt the same way at the coffee shop, no one sees you like you're a machine. he said all i had to do to avoid valet was to drive straight (wow. how did i miss this.) im not going to, ever. im going to smile at him every day. hopefully i do not hit him. this would completely destroy our newly budding friendship.

the plan

window open, on the roof, foggy day, the damned/elliot smith/van etten, cigarettes, glass of wine. the bible. a tee shirt. learning things, all the time.

alphabet town

12 hour shifts, daily, been forgetting to look in the mirror. whoops

,makes work easy

florida

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the plane made me clausterphobic everyone was breathing the same musty air and children were screaming and everyone was overweight and sweating , i just read my book and hoped the ballerina that was talking on her phone about the yogurt she was eating outside the terminal would not sit next to me, because she talked loud, and not about important things. but what are important things really, i guess. important things are the stars and the grass and the way the cat i met on the beach today delicately pranced on the sand, she looked like she was gliding. important things are the little girls at the flea markets selling their mothers jewelry, and the smell in the kitchen right after courtney bakes. pages turned hundreds of times without being torn, and the big bright eyes of the young boy who stared at me from the back of his ragged fathers old clunker, with a dirty face and a superman action figure