7 mar 02, thurs « »
np/sodastream:heaven on the ground

after jalisco's last night i went past the theatre and saw don was working. i said, real close to the talkbox, 'hi don' and he was painting, or counting money, or doing something and i went to the door and he let me in. it was about 20 to 6. we talked for a while.
eventually a vendor girl came in. we talked about peter, and how he doesn't drive safely. how he's broken something on his car that will be a few $hundred to fix.
i was really looking for julie, and i left there and went to simon's, where she was not. she didn't work at all yesterday.

i went back to exclusive company for a while. then, i walked to toucan where mike was working.
i have this annoying thing with visiting people at work. i know it's distracting, and sometimes probably annoying, but all of my friends have laid back jobs where a little sitting around is permitted.

boys were working, mike was working. i went in back. looked at alan/smooth's drawerings. called.. nate. i told him i'd be late. not that it mattered; melanie and i were going to clean after work but she was on til 9, and when i got home..

i walked, my hat pulled low over my ears and my scarf wrapped around twice, watching the ground or sometimes nothing at all, the walk went quickly. i was preoccupied, as i often am while walking. through the park, across streets and up the hill that never seems to end until you actually believe it will never end: then you can see my house. and it wasn't cold, either. i mean it was cold, but it wasn't awful.
and i got home, and sat on the floor and put on sodastream and sat there staring blankly at a pile of cds til i realised it was track 4 and i hadn't had a single coherent thought.

the only thing i did last night apart from clearing a path through clothes to my bed, was to finally set up another shelf for my cds, in my bedroom. they'd all been stacked on top of eachother and it was a downright bother to try and get to anything.
so i did that.
it had to be done. i'm proud of myself, although they are not alphabetised. no noonono they are not. that's for another day. far in the future.

michael came over. he found me sitting on my bed, staring in the direction of the neighbour's house, out the window. i never promised you a rose garden in my hand. i'd found it, my original copy (the one charley underlined in) with highlighted phrases and passages. i paged through it, every single page, reading the things i'd noted.
after that i stared out the window; i don't know for how long, the neutral milk hotel cd i'd put in was long over, and when michael got here i barely remembered how to speak.

he talked with melanie and nate last night for a long while. by himself. they had things to speak about and he was being serious and polite and trying to impress them just a little bit.
i never have anything to talk with him about. we have nothing in common. nothing.
but he's in my bed right now and i want to be there with him. for another half hour atleast?