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10am and i am on my second coffee (and third espresso shot)
had to be at the new job at 8am so sbc could make the dsl work - like it should have been working since last friday - grrrr - but it appears to be working now
then zip zip zip to the gayest job and start getting super efficient and reading emails and running in my brain

i am juggling three people in my head today - we'll see if the program director, the exec asst, the poet and the curator can get along... hmmm i guess that is four people :)

but the good news - i am LJ accessible for most of the day
i missed you on monday

xo

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monkeys are dancing in my head
trying to lure me out into the great outdoors
somehow at the gayer job i just seem to want to eat and leave
at the new job that wasn't so much an issue - too much to do
at the gayer job there is also too much to do, but i am easily distracted

i think i will be here late tonight
no writing group
no languid walk home via the bernal hill detour
but the plus side is that i can smell the grass on buena vista getting thick and dense in the night air

i bought "deliver me from nowhere" during my city wide hike on sunday.
i so understand
i now feel muddy and romantic and like i need to go and disappear into the backwoods of michigan where earth is softer and harder at the same time and gravel sticks to the raw skin on my knees after i slide down from the tree

ah - deliver me from nowhere exactly

a ghost?

i was working - working on a check log blah blah
suddenly thought - hey i should call maryanne, and even went for the book to get her number
my aunt maryanne died of lung cancer in 1998
i wonder why she wants to talk to me
it's like i can feel her pushing on me to call her
but... obviously... she won't be answering the number in bloomfield hills that i have for her...