yt slept for a million years last night, kept waking up to the sound of rummaging or pulsating domesticity: or maybe i didn’t either. maybe i just kept dozing through it all. and even though the dreamtime left me exhausted and bleary-eyed this morning, once the pumped-up morningdrug gets going, it’s all gangbusters now. what was that dream about anyway? i can’t even recollect it at all now. and after buckets and buckets of soup (just needed a bit of salt, that’s all; otherwise, perfecto; and garlic-buttered bread that expands to fill the house; and slow gulps of redred wine making the brain all spinnty and forgetting where it is and which side is which;; left or right? don’cha know)…
after buckets and buckets of soup, it was game over for me last night: one hopes that after typing and typing and typing (as opposed to writing, which yt never does) the thoughts will burble out in the right order )or mayb they’ll just burble out in an INTERESTING order; we’d settle for that( but had the first dream with s. in it last night, which is funny, cuz the dream wasn’t interesting in the slightest. dull, in fact, if not in memory. word that the cat–used to lay on my head, my head being a comfortable place to lay upon, apparently–is in deep trouble. yikes! could it be poison? even from miles away, the stormcrow just keeps circling. carlin’s pets as “little tragedies waiting to happen” and it seems so true and funny and horrible, like carlin. refrained from mentioning it even though it burbled in the head: s. was sad, didn’t seem worth mentioning, so made a silly face instead. and clutched at sleep.
traded one conundrum for another. sunday was a sunday birthday. the number’s right. looks like sunday was the day, but the new moon was on the twenty-somethingish. no where near… um, 30 at all. can’t recollect when i talked to my mom for hours. was that saturday? methinking it was.
reading heaps of books. amy hempel’s good. will update book list on the other side, soon. ya. about the only recall i have from dream is holding hands, and walking down a road. but what road? what road?
yikes.