but today it didn't matter. i didn't care. i vehemently did not care about anything which alarms me but probably it is hormone lag and isn't it handy to have a vial from which i can remedy this situation. by tomorrow i should be lusting for life again.
for some reason i am listening to this future. i wonder if david is dead.
whoops. now i'm listening to the nightporters. i don't wonder about any of them but all this listening is making me feel -- not old exactly and not lost exactly but i do wonder what happened.