Hello from the surface of the motherfucking sun

It's ONE MILLION DEGREES in my house. I have iced my head and watered the pavement. Can't think, can't move! Ill-feeling and cranky! I need an IV and a salt lick. No, fuck it, it's brain in the jar time. *Schloop* (removes brain from skull & places into nice cold jar with internet connection)

We went out for pizza - Moomin says he is good at pinball - I agree as he kept scoring 5 million more points than I was able to - he's fast on the flippers. I get all James Dean reckless and end up tilting.

Long good day working, helped out Squid a bit in the corners, could not muster up the energy to do more tonight.

It has been weird to have Rook act the stay at home and to come across him earnestly filling out forms, doing all the paperwork, magic food appearing in house and suddenly all cooked and stuff, the bags of things to take to donation were whisked away, it is eerie, pleasant, and guilt-inducing all at once, along with a very unworthy feeling of NOW YOU TRY IT THEN, HA, which I wish I didn't feel. Actually my gratitude at not having to fill out those school forms knows no bounds. Just not having to *track* everything... Is it really okay? I find that I really, really, really love it when people make me food. Who doesn't love it? But, especially now. It makes me want to cry. It always seemed to make sense for me to be doing all the form filling out and insurance-company-calling and crap, but I can't remember why, even when we both worked, and both had the same commute. Maybe I need to let go of that for a bit. And putter in the garden a little, and focus my house-labor efforts on getting rid of books and things.

I suggested going to the beach tomorrow but that is kind of a dumb plan as I am not prepared at all - there is no beach food - I have no gas - I am physically in bad shape - The thought of wheeling myself down the long path fills me with horror and pre-exhaustion - But I felt bad that I have not done anything special with Moomin and it seemed like a good idea to get us all out of the house. Really, I would like to stay in bed until it is too hot to bear, and then maybe just go to the library. Can I change the plan? I already invited his friend to come... maybe just a regular play date instead and i could sit and play a good long board game with them, and have ice cream. Then fall back into bed. Much more my speed. I meant to do a board game thing tonight, but instead, pizza, books, and pinball. Then I collapsed into bed & computer.

Sunday will be swimming at Squid's house. Ordinarily Zond-7 would come down for a bit but this week we can't. I will miss him at the pool party. must - remember - not to drink too many lemon drops - at Squid's house -

Cats - get off me - you're sweaty, enormous, hairy animals - it is too hot to cuddle - Why do I not have several box fans in this house, and a minion to gently sponge me with ice water or lemon-flavored vodka -

Read more of the Crypto book, got to the bit about Clinton & Gore, their wonkiness, and the Clipper. WTF! And read a bit of Flora Tristan, and the first Narnia book (which Moomin is about to read) to imagine what Moomin will think of it.

Getting that crazy late-night feeling. Rook is snoring and peaceful. Cats as i mentioned are all over me. I want to cry for no reason and read snippets out of books and jump around and write crazyass poetry and drink some tequila and type till I pass out into this blog, quotes from the most beautiful books, complaints & celebrations, melancholy & nostalgia for bloggings-past. I'd like for the oddest & most rare & true things to come out of my fingers and come to you, in some sort of moment of little bits of paper flying around like the illustration of salome with birds in the comic book version of Wilde's play. I'd like to do FABULOUS THINGS and just pretend to act like they are usual. I'd like to throw things up in the air and have them, with no explanation, NEVER COME DOWN, and for no one to act surprised by this. Long streaks of rainbow paint coming out from the heels of my converse as I skate around over the pavement, painting out comet-tail footsteps that melt & dissolve into the cement. It's just what she does, that badgerbag chick over there. *shrug* If even that much notice.

And so to bed.

Comments

[fridawrites]

Ice packs on the tummy are wonderful--the big gel ones you can freeze. Keep an additional one in the freezer on standby. It's the only thing that works for me.

I want to write crazyass poetry too, unfortunately mine nothing brilliant right now, though it seems so brilliant before it gets written down. I can envision all these streamers of color from reading your words.

My husband took over the forms when I was working 20 hours a week more than him for a few years, and it did fill odd. They are overwhelming to keep track of, piles and piles. Even though I write what I can on calendars and throw away what I can, it gets too difficult to feel in control of it rather than controlled by it. The little nests of papers just replicate themselves.

I'd say changing the plan is fine if you need to. I have to do it sometimes too, though I don't like to. These days I try to keep my plans supersecret and then I don't have to make a decision until the last minute--it looks impromptu to everyone else, but I have an ideal plan for the day/weekend and a backup plan for the day/weekend.

[fridawrites]

feel odd, not fill odd... erk

[squid rosenberg]

Yay thanks for the help! I would have thrown myself on any nearby sword by mid-day without your help.

If you want lemon drops, bring lemons. We're out.

[squid rosenberg]

Yay thanks for the help! I would have thrown myself on any nearby sword by mid-day without your help.

If you want lemon drops, bring lemons. We're out.

[Jay]

Last week we had the craziest heat of the summer, this weak it's cold and wet and it makes me cranky!