3/4/02: Lately: Dreams, Clouds, and Poems.

I’m not sure what this is. Lately the bullshit verbiage I’m writing at work had been inexplicably strewn with assonance and alliteration. At first it was entirely unplanned but then I realized I was doing it and I’ve started pushing it further and further. Soon someone will notice.

The other day I dyed my hair. I haven’t done that since September.

I’m not sure what this is. I had a movie dream the other day. I haven’t had any movie dreams in a while. In the dream I was in a charmed place where by night the water would turn anyone who touched it into a statue made of precious stones. Very beautiful and very painful. This place was very beautiful by day because of all the statues. At night they became menacing and angry. It was like this because of an ancient marriage contract that had gone awry. The bride had returned home, scorned, and her homeland became the mirror of her wrath. And then I was listening to someone’s conversation on another extension, and when I woke up I was confused, because at my apartment, I only have one phone.

I bought a new set of sheets. They’re jer-zees T-sheets. They’re so soft and they’re printed with clouds. Tim and I hold the sheets over our heads like a tent and we say we’re in Super-Mario land.

I’m not sure what this is. Today walking to work the thought of the Appalachian Trail didn’t break my heart the way it has been doing lately. I’ve begun to think that I really will do it someday soon. I think it’s possible for me. I feel like going for a good, long walk.

I got this little booklet thing that shows the Mets’ schedule for the upcoming season. Baseball starts in less than a month.

I’m not sure what this is. Today walking home from work I looked at the stale sunset and I said to myself, “Twilight now, the sky’s a murky blue, sometimes streaked with streaks of murky gray. I think today’s the last cold day of winter. Fitting it should snow. A last hurray.” And it was in iambic pentameter. I haven’t thought in iambic pentameter since my poetry days in college.

I’ve been thinking. I want to wear a short skirt, I want to buy a turtle, I want to write another song, I want to decorate my walls, I want to drink more orange juice, I want to write a book, I want to go dancing, I want to go dancing, I want to go dancing.