drips and drabs
friday the 13th has always been a lucky day for me, so i am ready
to embrace this one. partly because it’s my lucky day, partly just because it’s friday.
friday has always been my favorite day. isn’t it funny how we can have a favorite day of the week, when really, they are all the same?
24 hours, 60 minutes an hour, 60 seconds a minute, you get the idea.
but i love friday because i almost never work on a friday night. it’s my time to relax, even if i have to work on saturday. and sunday. which is often the case.
something about this photo makes me think of these lines from a dylan song (visions of johanna):
she’s delicate and seems like the mirror
later followed by
the ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
i’m not sure why, it may be because i am exhausted and somewhat delirious.
or maybe because it’s friday the 13th
i’ve never seen any of those movies, have you?
is it just me, or does life seem really crazy these days, crazier than normal?
i can’t keep up. i need a vacation. or a long weekend with a stack of books and no agenda.
yeah, right. like that’s going to happen.
but that reminds me, i finished the hemingway project. so if you have any ideas for great fiction to read, i am looking for suggestions.
i miss hemingway already. really, i do.
is that weird?