Walking home in the rain this moring, i realized how much i need to constantly get rid of my thoughts and record them, else they are forgotten. for this reason, i REALLY want some sort of hand held (digital so i can download?!!!) recorder that i can switch on and off and talk into when i have a fleeting thought that needs to be recorded. where would i find such a device and how many hours at pier 1 am i going to have to work to afford it? hmm?
I was having all these random thoughts, walking the 10 blocks home in the drizzly rain. i wandered in and out of grocery stores, antique shops, the local pet shop. thinking, enjoying the gray morning that i took off, while the rest of the world works in tiny little offices all over the island. i thought about kisses. i thought about large fish in even larger fishtanks. i thought more about sex and how sorta romantic it would be to sit in one of the dive diners along the way and write pornographic little stories for a shady little magazine. and yet noone would know i was doing it...because i had this awesome small laptop-looking thing, and id sit in the corner and sip on hot tea and look busy with something more respectable like economics studies, or something. Of course, it was at this point that i wanted to figure out how to aquire a small little computer to take with me to type thoughts..and this brought me to my own personal "diane" (twin peaks again here folks). Sigh.
Christmas list time, i guess.
i wandered up to the loft. scheduled Ifrit for a ver visit this afternoon. Waited on hold with register.com about stupid stuff.
Now i am chilly. i need a nap, and yet again, there is no time for rest. unless...i cancel ifrit until tomorrow...hmm. hmmm. let me see how i feel in an hour. i have tomorrow completely off, whereas today, i must wicker later, until 11pm.