2000-08-07

another weekend over. close mistiness of fog made it one of immersion in the past, and i wrapped myself in it all weekend.

i feel like change is prowling about in the dark corners whenever i go to sleep, breathing itself onto me when i am dreaming, so that i am left with a sense of it when i wake.

i'm not sure what i am waiting for, but it has started coming along... i can tell, the way the ends are being cauterized, and new avenues are springing up every morning.

my liver hurts and i need to stop drinking.

course, i won't. who is going to want a shrivelled, yellowed alcoholic girl? anyone? anyone? i will put myself up on ebay, and bid upon myself; i bet i could get myself back that way.