I feel sorry for anyone that has to die.
—John
Ashbery
I’m in
the leather daddy section, drinking a
strawberry
banana smoothie, trying not to be
too
rational. Fun. I could come here every
Saturday. But I feel distant. Maybe I should
explore
a lot more. What’s up? It’s a not-so-
hot
weekend. Standing in front of the Curran
Theater
in the rain. Then sleep (with parts of
8½ strewn
throughout). Today is a such a
blue day. I smack my head
in the middle of
it. The board meeting on
Saturday; a getting
up on the wrong side of bed thing.
What else?
Nothing. A few folks came
over, got angry
because we were in the middle of a fight.
But Sunday came. A happy
morning
walking to downtown and back (which
is mostly like levitating, considering
our location). Then I
napped. All
without any sense of malaise or edginess.
