10:42 p.m. x 2004-11-17

i was thinking just this past week how i haven't written poetry in over a year and i don't miss it at all. i'm not very concise, but i'm not longwinded, so i'm extremely contented with my short story projects. it was just a thought that crossed my mind.

today i trudged home, defeatedly (my bag broke halfway up a particularly long and unforgiving stretch of public rode and i had to carry it by the handle the rest of the way...graphic), and had to break into the closet and get a bag that was supposed to be for xmas. i'm optimistic, this one is really nice, full, and durable. anyway, so all of this frenzy...i just wanted to relax. i flipped on OnDemand, and what was there?

"sylvia".

i've been fairly curious about it, so i turned it on. i didn't get very far, because it was plodding and missed importantn chords in character development. i turned it off, i went upstairs, and punched out something REALLY good (mwahaha), and then i watched "jack and bobby" with my mom and my little brother. i thought about what other fictional television personality would make a good president (anybody but archie bunker, if you know what i mean).

i had the best idea in the world, and then i remembered that ricky ricardo was born in cuba. blast.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)