for kins. and then for jesse. and then for dot dot dot

you are supposed to be here. how do i know? because doblets of water are dripping off the leaves of the trees outside. they are red and yellow and green -- not quite ready to dance down. not quite autumn yet. my balcony is soggy because the rain gutter is overflowing. the lights flickered off and on again. you usually bring the rain, but this time? you're not here. so who brought it in their pocket?

and then you, jesse. muni came out when you popped in. now she's hiding again. and i'm laughing because if she is my deamon, what does that say? and if you haven't read the books yet, will you even get the reference?

last night i knew it was time to finally go to bed when i dropped all the tortillas on the ground.

distracted. again.

focusing enough to know i'm distracted.

strange when coughing tastes like something, though you don't know what. and you haven't eaten anything in awhile, so it can't be residual flavor. is that what my insides taste like? not like acid -- that's different. this is earthy and dry. this is the seasoning of my flesh.

and the sound of time ticks on.

to be sick is not a wonderful thing. it is a wonderful excuse to sit around in your pajamas all day, though.

focusing.

nevermind.