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here comes cramp day sound: quiet! everyone's asleep! my fingers feel fat tonight, like i am touching one key but hitting five, all wrong, also there is a bit of phonetic spelling (just typed 'won' automatically vs. 'one'). i can't quite sleep so i am up in my kimono with my face lit by white computer screen. sarah and i went to see the jackass movie sort of spontaneously, after meeting people briefly at beulahland for the tail end of trivia night - they did not win (do they ever? - once, they all won spatulas - i just did it again, but typed 'one'. crap.) i wish these journals somehow showed text appearing as you type, so that you could really see the thought or lack of thought that goes into entries.for instance, mine right now would be tough to read, because i am typing and fucking up, backspacing and replacing letters speedy-like, i think it might hurt. but others, perhaps they type slow, hunt and peck, or real fast, like movie-screen typewriter text. it reveals a lot about a person, the way they type. i want to spend a few weeks in the woods, in a cabin, on my own, maybe with one other, and a wood stove, and a lake, and fishing rods and bait, maybe a canoe or kayak. i am not the outdoorsy type, no mountain climber or bicyclist or whatnot, but i love camping, and i grew up with real camping, and for some reason i am missing it. maybe i should pitch my tent outside in the backyard. maybe in the summer, when it is not below freezing like it is now (in october in portland! no!) though it is kinda late. i want to go to sleep and wake up to a new life, one that is similar but different. maybe i will. p.s. there are images from birthday karaoke, but they are late because they are being a pain in my ass. also there are pictures of sauvie island and pumpkins and corn, lots of corn. perhaps my next few entries will be mostly photos. p.p.s. because i am lazy and broke as a broken thing, i have not gotten my tattoo yet. all diligent readers will be duely informed when such an event occurs, if at all. |
