today, i must:

-listen to Oh No Not Stereo's LP and hammer out a skeleton for a review to complete tomorrow night
-work out in the gym
-write a "goodbye letter" in the form of a symbolic poem
-go grocery shopping after work
-CLEAN MY ROOM (the sign of a full-time-everything [employee/undergrad/writer] is a room that hasn't been cleaned in two weeks, but an obvious attempt thanks to the sight of clean laundry crumpled and rolled up in the tidiest corner of the room)

since school started, there doesn't seem to be nearly as much time in the day as i'd like - probably because i'm allowing myself to sleep this semester, and maintain my figure.

eh. i'm annoyed and reduced to lower-case letters. so long as no one judges me - let me have my lower-case letters.

TGIF

on my desk
frozen daiquiri-scented lotion
a Ziploc of dry oats & orange-flavored cranberries
cup of coffee
access badge
a pen
video iPod
PoliSci book
card to be mailed to my sister in Nebraska
sugar-free Red Bull
corporate letters to go out into the afternoon mail
Coach purse

inside my purse
sunglasses
makeup bag (powder, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lip tint, lip gloss, blush, mascara)
wallet
cell phone
antibacterial solution
digital camera
birth control pills
condoms
raw almonds
loose change
a pen
keys to my desk

this morning (before 7:15), i
compiled a list of shows going on on the east and west coasts this weekend for BeatCrave.com
did 45 minutes of cardio
cleaned the bathroom
shifted things around the room
packed my TRKFLD bag
got to work on-time, at 8:02am

schedule
break 10:00 - 10:15
lunch with Pop 12:00 - 1:00
break 3:00 - 3:15
work, or wait for calls to come in, or study, or write review on Serge Gainsbourg's posthumous CD release 3:15 - 5:00
en route to Sierra Madre via Metro 5:15 - 7:15
sushi.... perhaps?,
company, then sleep

Paper faces on parade

tingly green-mint showers
getting my smile back
securing the apartment
heading down the 5
over-sized sunglasses
thoughts about BeatCrave
clouds over the ocean
and avenida del mar
domestic understanding
pseudo-rejection
ohnotheydidnt
fuck yes, i did

Happy place

Friday night late-night corporate breakfast
Saturday housewarming party on the lawn
catching the Gold Line at Del Mar to Union Station, to Los Feliz
a few-hours-long spoken word/poetry reading on Vermont
red, red wine, the first time since Parsons in '06
veggie royale at Fred 62
cheesecake, "Barrack is Beautiful", "Rehab is for Quitters"
lights off, love on
one review down, three to go
brunch, with him and his best-laid plans
anticipating afternoon sleep

I'm the virus

So apparently the cure for a hangover involves more than coffee and water. Today's cure involved

dark-tinted rose-colored sunglasses
not listening to the iPod during the morning commute
a breakfast burrito (hashbrowns, eggs tomatoes, sour cream, etc.)
a liter of water
and leaning far, far back in the office chair with my slip-ons off

I drank that liter this morning and have yet to use the facilities. My liver must want out, but I'm feeling worlds better than when I woke up this morning. Now I can go back to being torn between seeing Pineapple Express or going to the grocery store after I escape from work at 1:00 pm.

Thank Buddha the weekend is almost here. We'll be seeing Citizen Savant at The Mint tonight. I wish that Fred 62 was on the way. Perhaps with a little prodding, I can make it so. . .