a belling sunday
Oct. 7th, 2001 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslanti dreamt that antony called.
. . . . ...
i dreamt that i was bleeding.
i slept so much yesterday it is difficult to remember anything else. r reading away at her shakespeare, me bits and pieces of the morante journals. and falling asleep and falling awake, alternately. the muscles warmed yet jumpy.
we saw the deep end yesterday. i was reminded of nothing so much as penelope in benjamin's essay from 230: the unweaving work of memory.
today we spread out a dozen cookbooks at the big table, and planned out meals and groceries for the week. and hunted a fondue recipe. and j talked on the phone with her father about grad school, language degrees, gre's. suddenly i felt the school urge, which conflicted with my urge every time i crack a cookbook,
which is to run away to a culinary institute.
one day i'll do it.
. . . . ...
i dreamt that i was bleeding.
i slept so much yesterday it is difficult to remember anything else. r reading away at her shakespeare, me bits and pieces of the morante journals. and falling asleep and falling awake, alternately. the muscles warmed yet jumpy.
we saw the deep end yesterday. i was reminded of nothing so much as penelope in benjamin's essay from 230: the unweaving work of memory.
today we spread out a dozen cookbooks at the big table, and planned out meals and groceries for the week. and hunted a fondue recipe. and j talked on the phone with her father about grad school, language degrees, gre's. suddenly i felt the school urge, which conflicted with my urge every time i crack a cookbook,
which is to run away to a culinary institute.
one day i'll do it.
