the ghost in the shell
Aug. 14th, 2001 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantas if monday was not already quiet as the grave, tuesday is even quieter. i doubt anyone is even in today at the walsh bros, and mark is gone, and brian is nowhere to be found. did i forget about a national holiday? that would be a nice surprise.
yesterday was also befouled by lack of internet, all afternoon long. i am being kept from entertainment. i read my fruitless book and had my bagel and moped and moped and restarted the stupid computer about six times before giving up.
the disembodied wing is still on the sidewalk by my house. it disturbs me how it lies there so natural, blending in with the dead leaves. and there is a corner of the street that smells like autumn now, the leaves rotting under the ornamental trees. i can't wait, i can't wait.
i had the oddest night last night. i must have been more tired than i thought, after talking to a. for an hour or so. i made some rice and listened to the news, but then just lying there i fell asleep, around 8 i think. i woke up again at 9, got into pjs and took out my contacts, and went to sleep. i woke up at 2 in some vague misted dreamstate; something about being an early sleeper and getting to prune my sleeping position--cf talk of bonsais on telephone? i fell promptly back asleep and still this morning could not get out of bed. but i did and here i am.
and i'm feeling a bit colorless today. i have the houghton mifflin interview on friday. this means i probably won't be at work on friday, once i work out the times. or maybe just for an hour or two in the afternoon. i am just in an odd funk. disconnected - discombobulated - distracted - distended - disinterested - disgusted with this mood. indeed.
yesterday was also befouled by lack of internet, all afternoon long. i am being kept from entertainment. i read my fruitless book and had my bagel and moped and moped and restarted the stupid computer about six times before giving up.
the disembodied wing is still on the sidewalk by my house. it disturbs me how it lies there so natural, blending in with the dead leaves. and there is a corner of the street that smells like autumn now, the leaves rotting under the ornamental trees. i can't wait, i can't wait.
i had the oddest night last night. i must have been more tired than i thought, after talking to a. for an hour or so. i made some rice and listened to the news, but then just lying there i fell asleep, around 8 i think. i woke up again at 9, got into pjs and took out my contacts, and went to sleep. i woke up at 2 in some vague misted dreamstate; something about being an early sleeper and getting to prune my sleeping position--cf talk of bonsais on telephone? i fell promptly back asleep and still this morning could not get out of bed. but i did and here i am.
and i'm feeling a bit colorless today. i have the houghton mifflin interview on friday. this means i probably won't be at work on friday, once i work out the times. or maybe just for an hour or two in the afternoon. i am just in an odd funk. disconnected - discombobulated - distracted - distended - disinterested - disgusted with this mood. indeed.
