i woke up at 4am, picked up my head, ingested the orange streetlight glow on my walls. i started to whisper to myself in half-delierium as i waited to slip out again:
…i wonder if ice cream would taste different if my tongue was textured like a cat’s tongue.
…i miss eric calling me at 4am with his rumbling darth vader voice.
…he never followed up with me about that bar thing. i was going to design coasters.
…my framed design camp coasters are still at my parent’s house. crap.
…oh God, gary’s still in China. i wonder how that’s going.
…maybe my goldfish hates me. he always looks cranky.
…ooooooh. i forgot he died a few days ago. how sad.
…i like how MacGuyver is making a commercial comeback.
…i wonder what Jeff Parker is up to. i bet he’s a musician.
…someday i’m going back to cambodia.
…one side of the bed is lower, and i’m going to fall off the edge of the world.
…like shel silverstein, where the sidewalk ends. falling up.
…i need to read/draw/mellow out more often. maybe get a new sketchbook.
…i’m going to eat my oatmeal out on the balcony in the morning.
…if i open my eyes i won’t fall back asleep, but i WILL listen to iron & wine.
…counting sheep is so lame.