so here I am. the rats are strangely inactive tonight so far. I have on my party shirt. the cats wanted fresh food and were sitting and staring at me so I got them fresh food and they stopped staring and ate.
I'm all hyped up. I don't think I should be writing bass lines at this hour given this is an apartment but I want to. occasionally I really miss the warehouse although I also have nightmares where I am sleeping in it realizing it is not seismically sound. always I have planned an escape route through a window and am sure that somehow I can squirt myself outside before the building collapses.
see this is the sort of thing I don't know whether I should put in lyrics or a real poem or in the autobiography I seem incapable of writing. I suppose I could do all three.
my attention span suffered in the crash. I was going over a paper I wrote in 96 and all the paragraphs were really long. I never write long paragraphs anymore and am thinking my autobiography should consist of aphorisms.
naturally it is warmer in my neighborhood than anywhere else in the city.