Monday, February 29, 2016

Starbucks


I’m out of control with Starbucks. In February I spent $286.20 on coffees. What a dumbass. That could be travel or tattoo money. I’m going to start making my own tea again at work. Maybe I’ll just have Starbucks on the weekends. Work was intense. I discovered we were working with corrupted data and so Barbara and I spent ten hours reconstructing our work. I feel bad because, as a result, I wasn’t there for Mary as I should have been. She’s dealing with quite a lot right now. I have an all day meeting tomorrow. Sleeping pills. Book. Sleep.

Jarek Kubicki

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Hoarse


Little Father Time hanged himself and the children today. Few chapters remain. It’s all come undone. There was no space for love like theirs. Is there now? Don’t ask me. I went walking for a couple hours this morning. I just got back from lunch. My voice has become hoarse from singing Five Years at the top of my lungs over and over while driving. My brain hurts a lot. I was thinking about how I touched my heart in public weeks ago and you noticed and touched yours in turn. I have no interpretation but I remember your eyes.

A Google search found this depiction of Sue Brideshead and Little Father Time.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Face


I’ve been reading Jude the Obscure and it’s making me very sad. For a while, in high school, it was my favorite book. But it reads much differently as an adult. I don’t have the same ideals as I once did. It’s making me face something I already know, which is most marriages are unhappy and devoid of passion. I’m going out tonight for the first time in over a month. Gallery opening. I’m hoping I will know no one there, unless it’s Stitches. Work emails (from my non-difficult job) have invaded my weekend. Stitches thinks my job is difficult.  

Ted Pim