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March 13th, 2007

What am I doing up? Well, it ain't the time change, I'll say that much.

Most of ya'll are sleeping right now. This right now, not that right now.

One reason I don't like to stay up too late any more is that I love staying up too late, and when I stay up too late I remember how much I love staying up too late & then I want to stay up too late too often. It's addictive. Fuzzy-head weariness around the brain inside the skull, feeling surreal; second winds, and thirds, and more if you keep it going; that timeless feeling when it's just dark and still, just like it's been dark and still for a long, unmeasured time, and it's still not tomorrow yet.

I stayed up late as a child so's to delay any dying in my sleep.

I stayed up late as a teenager, arguably cuz that was the only time I got real free space just to be.

I stayed up late in college, cuz that's what college is for.

I stayed up late in my 20's cuz I could, most of the time.

magic, in the middle of the night

oh, i know it's not that late right now, but it's a decently indecent hour for a school night

i got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
as i go ridin' merrily along
and they sing 'oh, ain't you glad you're single?'
and that song ain't so very far from wrong

la la

Just saved a picture sprig5 sent as "zeus traipsing after birdie". I like "traipsing". yup.

s'posed to hit 70° F today.

la la la

where did that come from

I'm flashing back on the comical contrast in me & the ex- telling our bare-bones family structures to our therapist. I was done in 3 minutes; her permutations took pretty much the rest of the session.

now I'm thinking about the language floor

sprig5 was talking about the "sheesh" news about a sorority at DePauw, and I was commenting. The language floor was one of the best places---along with the writers' union hangouts and, say, the back & basement of Bill Smith---at my school. (There was no writers' residence space from my sophomore year until the year after I left the place, as they tore down the mecca that was Richmond House, along with its best-graffiti-ever bathroom.)

I am getting work done, in case you're wondering. Wandery mind, that's all. But firing on pretty much all cylinders when on task. I was quite schnazzy on one galley a bit ago, if I do say so m'self.


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"The moment of change is the only poem."

-- Adrienne R.


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