ampersand after ampersand

Do you remember faux-swingdancing with me in the streets at night when no one else was around?

I've been doing the following: swilling beer with my roommate, wearing a million different colours of tights, thumbing through 18th century novels lazily, showing off my armpit hair in cramped bars, seeing lots of plays for class, chomping down on fruit bandits (a no-name equivalent of runts, i think), and spending hours in waiting rooms and specialist offices. I'm actually doing considerably well. The trick is spending extremely little time in my mind and lots of time finding other things to occupy it.

Drawing and writing have been hard lately. Too much in-my-mind time. Blogging clearly isn't helping the situation...but i wanted to anyway, since last post wasn't especially cheery.

I want to spend the summer in cotton dresses and wool socks, cycling through the streets of my hometown with a fisherprice tape recorder blasting my themesongs (I mentioned this to V at the Only and some guy at the bar turned around and told me he liked the idea...eash). I want to finish a million unfinished art projects and drink on the river landing. I want to drive far away in the Cooleymobile, eating blood orange sorbet.

Oh, that living in the future. Doing my best to live here right now. Magnetic Fields this month, possible zine trip to Chicago, and visits with the lovely M.E. are all on the horizon.