06 January 2003 - 5:35 am
haematoxin's antidote.

so it's 5:30am. and i'm watching old tv shows and movies. thinking about the rest of today - i'm getting up in three hours. anthony spent the night here again tonight. i don't mind. i actually really like it. it's comfortable, and i didn't think that this room would ever be comfortable, especially not for accomodating other people. a room is an odd thing ... the structure and fashion of it, the decoration, mostly thanks to the budding interiour designer that jason is. there's a warmth, or a lived-in quality that can't be manufactured or even emulated. it just is, due to the traffic in or out of a room.

and we've had a lot of that these past few days. little sleep and less sanity. people passing through, people spending the night, curled up on jason's foamy or on a sleeping bag or the sofa-chair, or on the beds. etc. it's strange to wake up to more people than ever, but nice. especially nice. school starts in a week. i need to change my schedule. watching kids on tv right now with big smiles and the cosby all around. it's quiet but for the hum of the windowfan and the green fan. a refreshing, cold-tipped quiet that i enjoy relaxing in. anna stopped by tonight, too, and so did corey, both enjoyable visitors passing through but not stayingforlong.

woke up at 3, didn't do anything since then, although i feel accomplished. a sort of relentless calm battering away at my closed-doors. laughing at terraserver with anthony and jason tonight as we could locate our houses, indeed, the very roof of them, through the aerial view. kind of hysterical, honestly, and more than a little creepy.

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writing. need to write something. bottling most things up, and they come out in dreams or cockmamie phrases. claudia tells me to write songs. i've thought about it, but i'm not the best rhymester. need to settle back into writing plays. because i want to. but for now, the allure has gone out of it.

there's nothing to do but think about the doings of a few hours. and that rests me. and enough about my copacetic nature because i must be sounding like a pure moods commercial at this point. rest assured, there's still that whispery haematoxic drama (as lauren put it in my guestbook), i just have no cause to manifest it at this time.

and so, goodnight.

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