Sunday, June 01, 2003
i woke up leaning toward the melancholy side. everything today seems slightly goodbye. i thought about the woman here i thought i'd be friends with but somehow it didn't happen, and my first love who lives in santa cruz, and the new pal i met during rehearsals who i just like so much. everything seems to be about moving away.
perhaps its because the monkey's en route. almost. he comes on thursday, earlier than we dared suspect. his sublet came through and nothing's holding him in new york. this morning when we talked i was the tiniest bit scared, about what would happen when we were down each other's throats all the time instead of a continent apart.
what a long road, and you can't really keep track of anything. i want to have the right things kept in my pocket.
perhaps its because the monkey's en route. almost. he comes on thursday, earlier than we dared suspect. his sublet came through and nothing's holding him in new york. this morning when we talked i was the tiniest bit scared, about what would happen when we were down each other's throats all the time instead of a continent apart.
what a long road, and you can't really keep track of anything. i want to have the right things kept in my pocket.
