#fourth summer

also, this kid dragging their slyrrupy drawl all over that slinty goodness. i don't want to know anything else about them, i just want them to close the blinds and make a few more

finn came over after work last night and we drank two cans of the beast unleashed, ate a five cheese and marmalade pizza, and talked about all kind of nonsense. unaware of the risk of this particular combination of sensations, i inadvertently fed the one who sits just outside the fire light

the fulton county sheriffs department banging on my door in the middle of the night, arresting me, and taking me down to the rice street jail

off the shelf images of body horror. i will spare you the details. maybe it wasn't a nightmare or wasn't intended for me, because i felt oddly comforted after

in the last week, i saw the giant snapper that rules the bull sluice. i ate fried chicken and seven-up cake, homemade pulled pork nachos, and waffle house. i went to the parade with both of my kids for the first time in a decade. i talked to a good friend on the phone for hours. i laughed so much. i made a delicious pot of very angry beans. i slept with my windows open for the first time since spring, and i drank coffee on my cool breezy porch

it's been a very good week

(oh yeah, and i learned a thing about myself that folks have been telling me since i was sixteen, but i finally heard them, and i am still laughing about it)

two nights in a row of deep sleep filled with nightmares from beginning to end. the first night's mares were boring and trapped, filled with people i don't want to see in situations where i don't want to be. at least last night's horrors brought interesting images and an escape from tedious anxieties of waking life