projectile bleeding
10/14/2003 08:16 p.m.

i'm in a public place, indeed. i just bled profusely (and proud of it) and now i'm continuing to bleed in the library and have a care package next to me that is blocking the walkway but what do i care? i have an oreo in mypocket and i'm talking to friends and reading good poetry. and having amusing conversations right and left. despite the rain it's been a lovely day. so maybe it isn't all about the weather. cara, my little cara, is coming along nicely. i still think she's dyslexic, but i hope i'm teaching her some mechanisms she can use, and at least making her feel better about herself. she's a good girl. i'm taking her to the book fair on thursday; maybe i'll get her a book.

and letters home, and letters away, and mountains planes and liquored-up coffee. it's all my life, plus more letters. letters and letters. and the pervasive smell of cat pee coming from this jacket i found that is now wet and now smelling better than ever.

i can't wait to get home and open my care package in my new super-single; and i can't wait to decorate my little living-room; and i'm happy though it's disgustingly tragic outside. why the hell am i so happy?

great.