this week

This week three people asked me if I got new glasses, though I've had the same ones for years. An old friend looked at my driver's license picture and said, "Your hair's changed" and I said, "Wasn't that an awful idea—those streaks", like I was laughing back at my halcyon self from decades in the future.

I don't know what it means that I miss his cat more than I miss him, or even if it's true. I don't like how easily "good thing we're not friends anymore" rolls over my excuses. I /really/ love this song (and am suddenly scared of what happened at the turn of the century). And it's weird how vivid my dreams are getting.

I'm reinvesting myself in things that seem cross-wired. Like, smells you can drink, and inside things outside.

Mostly, it's nice to feel nice and not crazy. Be cool if that kept up for a while.