trial by mire
i built the loft for my bed and got the drawing desk and things are finally working themselves into place. you’ll notice i didn’t say f-lling into place, because i’m famously superstitious and a little worried about my construction skills. the loft is a full 6 feet in the air, leaving a good three feet between bed and ceiling. right now i’m playing that great late night game of obsessing over the dumbest shit, in this case, the location of a box of power bars and other foodstuffs from the old apartment. their whereabouts are unknown (although i have my suspicions) and all this unhaving makes me super want them, and everything else that was in the box in the closet that a very limited number of people had access to. uh, this isn’t allegory, i’m actually talking about food that you digest in your stomach. come on, anyone could tell you i don’t eat enough or regularly enough. uh, sstill not allegory. ok, this is it, i’ve finally gone actually, classically crazy.
on an unrelated note, hey western mass, can i live with you next summer? i will play anytime at any venue for no money and put out 40 cdrs. then we can all move to europe and be appreciated!
of course. you can come anytime you want.
there will probably be teleporters by the end of next summer, so getting the whole area (swimming holes and all…) over to europe will be no problem.