still
wrote this 7.25
still still smoking. imma quit though. but obviously having separation issues
like with this myspace blog
i'm in a hotel room writing
virginia woolf wrote one needs a room of ones own to write
livingroom johnston wrote you could write anywhere
even in a crowded bar
i'm not there, cuz i'm always so, there,
i like it there,
thought it was rude not to be there
one day i will be like that lotus flower
(or floating elephant)
cuz maybe i could write in a crowded bar
but definitely not with a two year old at my knee
or a ninety year old in my ear
for now i go away
to my room, my space
(complete with wi-fi:)
and write the last chapter
i love bush
i never, ever thought i would utter those words.. under any circumstances -- i just dont get down like that. yup.. but never say never.. mark bush at the mac store held me down today..
i was at the library on 42nd when my computer crashed .. yup i am polishing off my thesis and hadn't backed up in last 6 or 7 days.. yup.. was a little stressed..
anyway i cradled my computer in my arms and speed walked to the mac store on 57th where i ran into michael pearman from brmuda-- anyway i had to wait 2 hours to see a technician (and go over in my head anything i might have done to deserve such a horrible fate and scribbled down anything i remembered writing over the past week)-- my hard drive is pretty much fried, but mr. bush at the genius counter did somethin (+we prayed together) and was able to get all my docs off my computer without it even coming on.. (my music, pictures etc etc are still up in the air - hopefully they still exist.. somewhere...the logic board failed or somethin).. anyway.. i heart him so much.. dats me at mac store on their computers- kinda sad.
