blather

today was one of those days that feels like several days-- has several different stages, so that by the time you finally fall asleep it's like you've lived a whole week.

i'm guessing a big component to today's feel was the fact i took a mega dose of nighttime syrupy medicinal goodness last night. at 3am i woke up with pins and needles in my arm thanks to a cat sleeping on it. i remember thinking i should move, but when my alarm went off 4 hours later i was still in the same position minus sleeping cat and sleeping arm but a mouse instead. (it's like a circus in my bed. [i wish]).

the rest of my day proceeded as such:

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Share drive/T:/Editions marketing/Jill.Katharine/ what the hell am i looking for in this folder...?

do something. at least blink or nod or head or smile or show some sort of human response in this meeting. dear god, i feel like i'm dead. maye i am dead. is it snowing outside? i thought it wasn't supposed to-- katharine, are you okay? --me?! yes! i'm fine. hey look everyone, it's snowing!


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2:00pm- finally alert
3:00pm- extreme productivity
4:00pm- multiple paper cuts


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the quality of the light was beautiful walking out of work. when it's overcast- not cloudy, but angry with precipitation-- for so many days in a row, you soon start considering certain types of gray skies as 'sunny'. this afternoon it was overcast, but overcast like if you were making a sky out of layers of faded tissue paper.


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took a different route home; savored the incense burning in the el station; some small things caught my attention; ignored some big things; conversed with strangers; acquired objects


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your shameless self-promotion on facebook and gchat status makes me sick. you're not a good writer, only a good shmoozer. not to mention you can't dress yourself and the number 1 adjective that comes to mind when describing you is smarmy.