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Feeling exploratory but not adventurous
Woke up many hours early after not much sleep so that Ciro and I could go to the laundromat before I left for work. (The joys of a single car and driver and six loads of laundry.) This was exciting for two reasons: I like laundromats and haven't been to a proper one in more than a decade, and we had a months-long backload of laundry thanks to a washing machine breakdown, so that for the past three months or more we've had a cabinet full of dirty towels, dirty bedsheets, and dirty out-of-season clothes while we did emergency "socks and t-shirts" loads at the homes of friends and relatives while we worked on projects for or with friends and relatives. It was a relief to watch many, many pounds of fabric pass through multiple simultaneous industrial-strength machines, although I myself was at the garage down the street for most of it, getting an emissions inspection.
I am only awake thanks to many cups of coffee. I would take speed if it was available. I ate a moon pie for breakfast, despite not liking moon pies much, on the grounds I could get it at the gas station at the first shelf after I walked in. I packed a lunch that was as low effort as possible: open tin of sardines; eat with fork. Cut avocado open; eat with spoon. Piece of bread with indifferently sliced cheese.
So tired. So jangly and tired.
Had a nice dinner with Amber and Jeremy last night; watched each other's films and sat out on the roof wrapped in blankets and drinking wine. Otherwise, the day was mostly errands, with a small sliver of time carved out to sit on the couch with Ciro, reading books and drinking tea. Wrote a bit of a poem I'm still tinkering with. Poems are things I can manage when I don't have time or space, although I wonder if they aren't a bit pointless to other people. Aside from me and Ciro, I don't know anyone who reads poetry. I don't know whether even the poets I read read poetry. I should like to find out more about people; I hope this does not backfire.
I am only awake thanks to many cups of coffee. I would take speed if it was available. I ate a moon pie for breakfast, despite not liking moon pies much, on the grounds I could get it at the gas station at the first shelf after I walked in. I packed a lunch that was as low effort as possible: open tin of sardines; eat with fork. Cut avocado open; eat with spoon. Piece of bread with indifferently sliced cheese.
So tired. So jangly and tired.
Had a nice dinner with Amber and Jeremy last night; watched each other's films and sat out on the roof wrapped in blankets and drinking wine. Otherwise, the day was mostly errands, with a small sliver of time carved out to sit on the couch with Ciro, reading books and drinking tea. Wrote a bit of a poem I'm still tinkering with. Poems are things I can manage when I don't have time or space, although I wonder if they aren't a bit pointless to other people. Aside from me and Ciro, I don't know anyone who reads poetry. I don't know whether even the poets I read read poetry. I should like to find out more about people; I hope this does not backfire.