paddi is beautiful. he says new york is the best city in the world.
So Christmas was like snow...
or something inconsistent in shape...and here I am now on sweet amanda's couch two days later unable to figure how to spend thsese limited minutes.
I must multi-task. it is the only way to get all of these things done at once. Only I must remember with each move to maintain skill and grace and to never ever panic...
So, again, Christmas was inconsistent but pleasant as I ate rice-noodle salad and ate sweet sticky corn, rice, and coconut milk warm, and walked away from Quang's on Nicollet thinking the day was not yet over and there would be wine to drink later and sure enough, I passed out exhausted on the floor at 2 am.
There is something about people who talk too much. I don't trust them.
I am leaving soon. I promise you this. I can no longer stay seated.
I am restless.
There is nothing left except for the future of this.
And Fuck, it sure is cold out.
Work sure is desolate.
My voice is thinning, flat.
I'm ready for some sort of magical trancendance.
Bring it.
This seems appropriate due to to the spell that was cast last night. Sean and I decided through careful deductive reasoning that we would trade lives for the day following last night. This decision was reached at about midnight and upon waking I found that though I did not feel much different from myself I was also surprisingly, not hung over. So here, at about 7:30 in the evening on the day that I am supposed to be Sean it seems appropriate that I am writing here in his untouoched blog site. I am taking it over. Tomorrow I will be Jackie.