monday march 12 2001    |    2:57 a.m.

yay pictures! most of the images are back up. for now, anyway -- we'll see how long the image-hosting love lasts.

today was a day of great phone calls, and communication in general. i thought so, anyway. and will elaborate as soon as i return from this long-overdue smoke break.

and i'm back, although the break hardly registered. so julie called me this afternoon from san diego. she and her sister spent the previous day and night at fritz's in los angeles, met her family and drove around her neighborhood and went to a death cab for cutie show with fritz and her boy jason. wow. as always we made excited tentative plans to drive to california after graduation. i hope i hope . . . we shall see.

phone call from label-guy ed, which was good even if we never did go hang out like we intended. but the week is young. and he has a bag of goodies (read: free music for me!) waiting.

phone call from my boy, who has been hard at work this past week.

e-mail from daniel, who is chicago-bound. another journal. e-mail from spanish indie boy in l.a. -- what is it with the california connection, anyway? and i forgot to mention -- julie et. al. actually ran into marlow r_ at the dcfc show! fritz spoke to him but he was his usual standoffish, hipper-than-thou self. and still i miss that boy's presence around school.

and speaking of school. five days till the inevitable return. i'm dreading the last few weeks pre-graduation, they're going to be a serious tour-de-force, even with comps turned in the friday after we get back. i still have to go to nyc and look for other jobs in case that falls through and pass my classes and pack up my room and save up enough money for this west coast trip somehow. saving up will not only involve milking the writing center job for all it's worth, but also selling several possessions, which will be good come packup time. but still. hectic hectic hectic. with no funds and limited transportation and the end of everything and the pull of second-semester-senior hedonism . . .

i'm trying not to let it get to me.

all right. i'm tired. i think now is the time to get back to work on the poems. while the brain is suspended between this and that, waking and sleeping, form and loopiness.

more love letters to this raving peninsula coming soon.