a belling sunday

[aslant]

i 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.

Comments

unfair!

[booshtukka.livejournal.com]

shouldnt i? to drunjk. far too drunkl . LOOK at the typos! FAR too druk. sleep? yess, slweep. night night.

Re: unfair!

[aslant.livejournal.com]

oh dear christ in heaven

that made me laugh.

my dear, i hope you are less drunk when you read this. drinking on a sunday night? [i should talk, we're going out for drinks tonight, too...] my, my...

monday, then.

Re: unfair!

[booshtukka.livejournal.com]

monday. slowly typed words. less mistakeness.you do your thing. i'll do mine. pffft.night then.

Re: unfair!

[aslant.livejournal.com]

what's your thing to do?

my thing to do is cook dinner (again!) for resident redheads and brunettes.

lessmistakeness: you are too too clever.

Re: unfair!

[booshtukka.livejournal.com]

ha. in my idiocy.
so drunk. so frustrated.
today, to call me. perfect...?