i am back at mom and dad's. i was at hashifa's for several days but came back here to re-cover and paint my chair. mom says things like, "let's go out to lunch", then i say things like, "but mom, it's 10:30 in the morning". we go out to "lunch" before noon to "beat the lunch crowd". suddenly, it's 5pm. the past few hours are but vague memories of meat counters, home interior stores and textile shopping so she can sew a indian costume that i anticipate will be very offensive.
this is all i can muster up for now. today i wait for a call to see if we got the apartment we really would like.
the casita is scary. i think it's built atop of indian burial grounds.
bye.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
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wow. it sounds dream-like. not in a utopia sort of way, but more of a surreal existence: you eat the wrong meal at the wrong time of day, huge chunks of time are unaccounted for, you jump from place to place with no sense of an end or goal in sight.
wait a minute--are you drinking? or is she?
bye.
i have an indian costume.
bye.
i'm an indian burial ground.
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