||[Dec. 28th, 2007|03:52 pm]
an amateur historian
you've got to lie to stay halfway interested in yourself. novelist barry hannah said that. take it as you may, i'm going to apply it to this here journal. (and sigh).
been a while. i cut myself shaving while getting ready for work day before yesterday. just under, almost inside the right nostril. el had already left for the day. sabrina was standing outside the open bathroom door, head half-cocked, watching me. earlier, i had taken two asprin. it wouldn't stop bleeding for a long part of the day. i ordered my coffee while holding a wadded piece of toilet paper to my face, spotted red where i had taken it off and then reapplied. my styptic pencil gave it a good painful try too but only left me blinking away the welling tears. remembering an old friend's girlfriend actually snorting one of these thinking it was drugs he was hiding from her made me pause for a moment. and smile. who in their right mind would do something like that?
meanwhile... listless. wickenden? you going to that new year's party on the other side of your yard? i'm debating it. i'd like someone i can hang out with to be there. you'd fit the ticket if you could dig it. and i'd like you to be there if i do end up going.