Only Women Wear Long Hair
Bizarre day.
Started early. 4am. The smoke detector fire alarm system spit the dummy. Word from the alarm people is that there are "critters" chewing on wires and causing trouble.Thought about sustainable linoleum. Drank green tea, which is a way more manageable drug for me than coffee. Ate a vegetarian turkey sandwich. Wondered if it might have been tofurkey, which would have been awesome.Remembered how glad I am that one of the Carrot Project investors is a lawyer. Wrote an unplanned blog post. Enjoyed the spontaneity of it. But feel a little bit sad that I wasn't able to keep my favorite thought in tact. So I'm reconnecting it here into its original four sentence form. Out of context, of course. While we're tiny and experimental and close to zero cost. Which we are right now. And maybe will be forever. If we're good.Hung out just my mother, my father, my sister, and me. Which never happens. Divorce, geography, work, and omnipresent (and welcome) cousins make it difficult. Talked about what a pain in the ass little kid I was. Talked to Australia. Heard fish stories and jokes. Remembered the sounds of freediving on the Reef.Looked for a good picture from my last trip to Oz. Wanted to post it here and write a story. Found a poem instead. Might post it someday. Not tonight. Started listening to The Who. Think I might need a tattoo. Because I'm sleepy and delusional and amused at the fact that I started this post with the word bizarre. Amused and maybe a little bit proud. Tattoo is track 4 on Live at Leeds.
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