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sab(The thing reminded me, but I forgot to say happy birthday to Ins. who I don't even know, but in times such as these, I love everybody. and Ins always struck me as a fine, good, solid, decent, sparkling person.)
the Paxil's giving me headaches, nausea, yawn, tremors. like they say on the commercials, "yawn" is a side effect. "cute," said mom. I feel like a kitten.
I said to MZ "you used to wax philosophical about war" and he said "I never waxed philosophical about war" and then he waxed philosophical about war, and ended with: "- and that monolog is appropriate in terms of the experience of a day
that you just don't understand. -" and he and JS lit candles at the US embassy in Poland and cried. I didn't write back.
but LE and AJ and G are coming here on Wednesday for "Isaac and Ishmael" and I'm working all week and I had a dream that I was on an airplane. and the hijacker had a zippo, and he just flicked it on and off and on and off, and we had to make an emergency landing somewhere in Oregon, and it was raining bugs, thousands and thousands of dead bugs, we had to scrape them off, and we all stood on the tarmac and then they made us get back on the plane and I said to the flight attendant: "don't you want to see my id?" and she said no, and I said, "let me off this plane, don't you see, don't you see what he did with that zippo? he forced us to make an emergency landing and he has four more hijackers waiting in Oregon and they just boarded the plane with the rest of us and we're all gonna die." And she said, "oh, I never thought of that."
And she let me off somewhere in Oregon, with the bugs raining down, and I tried to figure out how to get to Punk's house even though I had no money.
every night for the last two weeks I've had dreams about the apocalypse, and what's funny is that's not new to me at all.
But the Paxil works, and the days are just days now.
the Paxil's giving me headaches, nausea, yawn, tremors. like they say on the commercials, "yawn" is a side effect. "cute," said mom. I feel like a kitten.
I said to MZ "you used to wax philosophical about war" and he said "I never waxed philosophical about war" and then he waxed philosophical about war, and ended with: "- and that monolog is appropriate in terms of the experience of a day
that you just don't understand. -" and he and JS lit candles at the US embassy in Poland and cried. I didn't write back.
but LE and AJ and G are coming here on Wednesday for "Isaac and Ishmael" and I'm working all week and I had a dream that I was on an airplane. and the hijacker had a zippo, and he just flicked it on and off and on and off, and we had to make an emergency landing somewhere in Oregon, and it was raining bugs, thousands and thousands of dead bugs, we had to scrape them off, and we all stood on the tarmac and then they made us get back on the plane and I said to the flight attendant: "don't you want to see my id?" and she said no, and I said, "let me off this plane, don't you see, don't you see what he did with that zippo? he forced us to make an emergency landing and he has four more hijackers waiting in Oregon and they just boarded the plane with the rest of us and we're all gonna die." And she said, "oh, I never thought of that."
And she let me off somewhere in Oregon, with the bugs raining down, and I tried to figure out how to get to Punk's house even though I had no money.
every night for the last two weeks I've had dreams about the apocalypse, and what's funny is that's not new to me at all.
But the Paxil works, and the days are just days now.
