sunday: matt davis died. i spent a lot of time thinking about that. veronica, the girl wearing the blue jeans and light blue shirt at orenco station. i asked her the time, she asked me if i thought she looked stupid in the outfit she was wearing. conversation with her made the train ride downtown pass quicker, only to realize the sinferno cabaret began after the last train left downtown. not wanting to deal with the cab hassle, i elected instead to cut my losses and go back home.
monday: tending to the time-inflicted wounds of a 1985 Saab SPG is difficult work. walked along hawthorne from MLK to pastaworks. ordered a pizza at the bagdad, never got it, spilled a 7up on the counter in front of a woman who was already bitchy enough to make herself ugly. watched "bowling for columbine." went home, watched "may."
tuesday: a man climbed a crane sometime in the afternoon. asking around, no one could tell me anything about who he was. he climbed down safely. i decided to buy cd's, because i wasn't climbing cranes and wanting to die. man or astro-man's "a spectrum of infinite scale" and the moldy peaches's self-titled: 11 dollars.
today: work. hung out with friends. scheduled dinner date with grandparents and man i have not seen for ten years.
this is real as well.
25.09.2003-Epilogue.
30.08.2003-Exeunt, the Moor.
28.08.2003-why?
27.08.2003-Last night, and august in general.