i dreamt last nite that i was living in a barn-type arrangement (a series of rooms) w/ my parents; ilana and ellen, from swat, who shared a room; ben; and mariah. for some reason, ilana and ellen and mariah were always fighting and i was trying to mediate; and ben was always off by himself. i remember thinking he was taking me for granted and getting upset.
at some point, i went into his room and we lay down together and everything righted itself. i was so relieved the only thing i could do was breathe.
then my mom came in and got upset b/c i was wearing a shirt that said "i love cock" in pictures, like the shirt that townie was wearing at falconridge. i turned to ilana, who had also come in, and said, "at least i'm not wearing the fuzzy strawberry shirt."
my grandmother's in the hospital. it's not terribly serious; they suspect legionnaires disease. we're going to visit her in a minute. i have to get dressed. i hope she's all right: the woman is 88 and strong, capable, independent. she had my grandfather by her side all morning as they tried to get her into a bed. they've been married over 60 years. it's incredible. they keep each other in shape, they take turns taking care of each other. my family is lucky enuf to live really close to them in d.c. so we see them every week.
babbling. sorry. time to hop down to GW again.
why am i the only one who likes female poetry?
Baroquely Played, Katie Price
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