All-day, I thought it was Saturday until I sat down to write. I think the NYT is my favourite source for American news.
I woke up this morning to a circus in my bedroom. A neon-lit Casper, the Friendly Ghost, was dancing on my closet door, and I heard the sounds and smelled the smells of the circus. Parents and kids were walking and talking and playing games (maybe it was more of a fair than a circus). Disarticulated limbs were on the walls and ceiling – perhaps they belonged to the porcelain white face that haunted me a few nights ago.
It’s official, I know for sure now that my dreams don’t end when I open my eyes – it just expands into the space before me, and it’s so real and terrifying and radiant.
The evening sky has a beautiful gradient of white to pink to purple to blue.
Drinking my lychee martini out of an actual martini glass makes me feel sophisticated and sexy – like I’m on a date. But I’m not.
I just finished Hagazussa: A Heathen’s Curse (2017) – I don’t get the ending. And it says it’s a horror, but it isn’t.
I want to collect vintage movie posters. I helped Dee clean the fridge in prep for Thanksgiving meals. So far, we’re having:
- Roasted chicken w/ seasonal vegetables
- Seafood pasta
- Charcuterie board
- Apple blossoms w/ vanilla bean ice cream
- Molten lava chocolate cake
- Cheese puffs 🙂
I wish it was Saturday 😦 I would like a five day weekend and a two day work week. Fly me to the moon … Bang! Zoom! (Count-Frank-Ralph).
I’m kinda, sorta, not really following the soccer games.
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