hell, maybe i can find the line. i found the line i was looking for many posts ago & not mentioning specifically ("cuz being with you is starting to hurt") at the bottom of this pulp-paris.com message board (in french), which also (aside) gives us this nugget:
(roughly: i hated it, & therefore i thought about it night and day.)
nope---no luck on today's dykes line. not the whole thing, by the goog-algorithm i can muster just now anyway. ("algoogrithm"?) there's some of it in a kinda silly review at epinions.com: "Vivian, we have to do something...get up...have a Coke." but i know there was a little more in there.
anyway, i was just thinking about that notion. that kind of moment. that kind of going on in a fog, stubbornly, dehydrated, weakening, don't care...
no, i'm not here at the computer fresh from 48 hours of jumping somebody in, or anything quite like that. but i've been at the/a computer for about that long. more hours than not, anyway. i'm foggy, and groggy, and it's soupy out there---even stewy; the humid air is all around me, and hard to breathe.
who'd want to take a nap in this? i could jump in and out of the shower and train the fan on me--- my technique for tough sleeping nights. but, well, what can i say. it'll be an accomplishment if i manage to get up to feed the cats OR myself. and those tomatoes are going to have to water themselves tonight.
i was up way too late last night. i doubt seriously that i'm making any sense at all.
but, bless the fog, i don't care. i'm gonna keep it going just a little more.
then maybe i'll have a coke.
