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Dec. 3rd, 2001 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantlast night the fusebox blew again. we made dinner in darkness. we carried candles everywhere. finally this morning i was fed up with lorna's ghost insisting on the mystery of blown circuits: i went and flipped the damn switch myself, also seeing as landlord phil is in bermuda somewhere.
at some level i am resisting writing in the new paper journal. everything is prepared, and yet and yet. really, i need to cling to the suffocating sentences of summer and early fall?
o i know not [no knot].
barbara's funeral is wednesday morning. i've never been to a funeral before.
today they are washing the streets. it is sunny and blue outside.
i am reading the cure at troy. keeping my head above water.
at some level i am resisting writing in the new paper journal. everything is prepared, and yet and yet. really, i need to cling to the suffocating sentences of summer and early fall?
o i know not [no knot].
barbara's funeral is wednesday morning. i've never been to a funeral before.
today they are washing the streets. it is sunny and blue outside.
i am reading the cure at troy. keeping my head above water.
