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a grey knive lurking on the corner of the bathroom counter, incongruously balanced on the edge - just about to fall - the light of day leaked into the room like dish detergent being squeezed gently out of a bottle, and over in the corner, rats rustled in a paper bag. he walked into the room to the sound of the ceiling fan slowly misunderstood. his left sneaker squeaked slightly. paper in his pocket crumpled up and a blue crayon behind one ear. a muddy cigarette in one hand and no lighter. his eyes are silently stained-glass windows inside a church with no congregation, waiting for the hollow bellpulls - the doorbell of the Almighty. he takes out a sharpie and marks an x on the wall. moments later a fly buzzes fatly in and lands on the ��������������������������������������������spot, preening and humming to itself. below, at the baseboard, an ant trundles in. he looks at the mirror. he looks away. outside, a bird hits the window, and all things still, in hushed������������������������������������������mourning. an ignorant cricket looses a selfish mating call and
2003-06-10, 2:42 a.m.

discovering eva cassidy

��������� �����a new musical obsession tonight. eva cassidy. whose music has inspired me to write again, for now. what a luscious voice.

a very random day today. an interview at eddie bauer for a prospective job. i don't know if i'm going to take it. i think i might just apply at best buy, seeing as i shop there more often and could use the discount. eddie bauer's nice, and all, but ... i don't know. decisions. poor jason, and his first day at burger king as the broiler boy. and anna at the MBNA cult, calling people. but what good stories they have to tell! entertainment out of misery.

i really need to sleep, i don't know why i'm bothering to make much of this entry. i think it's because i'm this jazzed-up writing mood, with this new play ... i'm not going to say anything about it. every time i do, i end up killing it. so my mouth is shut. i have one scene. and i'm in love with my characters. rehearsal was fun tonight, too, for 'the silver lining.' for once, my life has structure. today, i will wake up late, apply to best buy over the phone, then i will go to rehearsal. tomorrow, i will lay around, and then go to the movies and maybe have a game night. thursday is rehearsal again. friday is anna's show at two lights. and we all don't see so much of one another since we're all working. joy?

it's a blank-faced night, tonight. i wish i'd been more descriptive about my trip home in previous entries. i didn't even tell about how i woke up at 5am one morning to the sound of a hornet banging around the inside of a lit lampshade. and how, me, with my entomophobia, had to go upstairs to get my mother to kill it with some spray. it died quickly. was a big one. i went back to sleep easily. with the murder of one of god's creatures hanging ominously in the air. egad.

some comfort to be found in the simple pleasure of routine. of a slightly less cluttered room. of the presence of food, and money. deadlines approaching, things to be done, the summer yawning wide like a big mouth - somewhere trying to close itself down towards fall and the beginning of school all-over-again. looking forward to it, quite a lot, actually.

oh eva cassidy. sing me to sleep.

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