these days are so strange and so fickle...

I'm going to Portland.

Yay!

I am watching Re-Animator.

Tonight, I will go sing Karaoke. Tonight I will sing Pat Benetar...not Love is a Battlefield or Hit me with Your Best Shot, but something else.

But I'm sleepy, always sleepy. Ever since classes started it's like even when I sleep I wake and am sleepy. But most of the time I can't sleep. I take melatonin to help.

I'm struggling here. I had a week or so of this strange sort of happiness but it's gone now. Now? Just restless. Cant' sit or read or write much, but don't feel like going out and doing anything either.

I do both though. Because I can't do either.

It's all strange.

And I need to start actually looking for a job. I need a job.

The last four days have lived like a year. So much activity, so many words. And now classes and my brain is pudding.

There's a thunderstorm. It's magnificent. It makes me want to strip down to nothing and go running through the streets.

I just keep going outside and standing there.

It's perfect.

Today has been long and short.
Today I taught for the very first time and it was easier than I expected.
Today I spent about 4 hours on the telephone when normally I spend less than 5 minutes.
Today I fell asleep in the middle.
Today I read about love and talked about love and thought about love and dreamed about lovers.

It is warm in my room tonight and I think I will throw the blankets off or sleep haphazardly under the covers.

I will read before I sleep and hopefully I'll dream about something sweet and tart, like overripe pomegranates or blackberries.

I got my picture taken at Saturday market today and will be in a Photography Exhibit in some gallery in Boise at some point.

This orange hair gets major mileage.