June 12th, 2013

caillebotte_man at his window

Sorry

What I call yesterday there was a list in my head of things to do, and then I fell asleep when it was too late and my head of things to do was and is undone. Dreams took lists apart and I woke up the gray sky anticipating dawn and what yesterday I called today was all tatters in my head of things undone. This undone thing of words is something already undone yesterday and un-doable now because yesterday is all tatters in my head of things undone. I fell asleep and left the computer on all night and in another room where I slept the television on all night, and all night words went through my ears and me with no idea of what they were. They were not mine. They flowed and crowded and tattered my thoughts and caught around my dreams the way some yesterday's castoff papers will catch on passing feet on windy city streets in old movies or stories or in the gathered years of castoff tatters I call my imagination. Soon I will click a virtual button and all these and those tatters will blow ons and offs through this tenuous notion called the Internet to tangle elsewhere. Sorry for the litter. It's that I slept but not well you see, and my undone head did things that are this, and now must make a list of things to do what is now what I will call today.
Hopper_Night_Windows

Bite Me!

The mosquitoes were numerous this evening, and several bit me while I watered the ivy along the side fence. I'll be itchy all night now. I'm feeling a bit wired even though I didn't get enough sleep last night and have been awake since early this morning. If I manage to get to sleep it will be a wonder, or a lot of beer. Right now there's a thin waxing moon hung in a pine tree across the street, and maybe looking at it will help me relax a bit. I have no idea why I'm this hyper, when I have so little energy to be hyper with. Maybe there's some psychoactive pollen floating about, or maybe the mosquitoes who bit me were on crank. But at least I've now got pleasant weather in which to be deranged.

Crap, I forgot to do my laundry today. It will have to wait until tomorrow now. Two loads take about three hours, and the machines make too much noise to be used this late in the evening.