i lost my class ring, officially. i have no idea where it is. it's possible i lost it at the improv.. but really i have no clue. the other ring i've been wearing (despite the gold) has been spinning around and stabbing me in the other finger, so i had to set it aside. i'm not wearing any rings. i need to find one. my fingers are looking quite awkward and silly and unweighted.

yesterday i started cleaning. i wrote a big entry about my cocoon of a bed and how i fixed it by taking off a mattress. also about taking the wheels off the chair. i could rewrite it, but i don't care to. there was more as well, but i don't care to remember it.

today everybody everywhere comes home from college. the first i was aware of was chrissy, who came by early in the afternoon and sat and talked with me for about an hour and a half. which, let me say, was wonderful. it's reassuring for these people i care about to still be like family to me.

i went to the library. i had about twenty five minutes. getting a new card took about six minutes. unfortunately i found the cd's first, and spent too much time looking through things i've never heard, so running around looking for books, i couldn't think of any names to save my life. i grabbed a book off the new book shelf, and wandering around, i managed to pick two more. the lady at the checkout waived my .05 fine from 1993 (as if i haven't been to the library since 1993. almost ten years ago, that is more than a little ridiculous) but made me promise not to tell the dunedin library she did so. teehee. anyhow. i ended up with. miles davis, belle & sebastian, hooverphonic, beth orton and two medeski martin & wood. as far as books go, i got the actor's guide to dialects (which was almost some book on the history of language or some such), tales of the dervishes (because i like the word dervish), and the book off the new shelf, the perpetrators.

the first page on the inside says,

"What this shit is about...
sharp knives
semi-naked women
armor-plated muscle cars
funky attitudes
shotguns
pimp slapping
backstabbing
bloodthirsty housewives
greed
sex
sharp teeth"

yeah, buddy, now that's some fine literature. ha. it was entertainment. except that i'm already done with it.

it's also reassuring to know that i can still read a book in a day, let alone under five hours (it was only 173 pages).

i sat at tiffany's and read while i ate while my dad worked. way too much time is being spent in that building. i worked almost ten or eleven hours on saturday, i don't remember which. i worked all day sunday. two and a half extra hours on monday. i had yesterday and today off and i spent a good deal of time in there today. yesterday i went into pick up my dad and he wasn't ready, so i started putting dates on things and cleaning counters. i'm working at three tomorrow. :( i've had this job for almost a year. that's a new record. and a sickening one.

my mood's been up and down all day. i've been delighted with simple things and light in patterns and socks that aren't mine on my feet but on more than one occasion during the past thirteen hours i had the distinct sensation of my chest sinking deep enough to crack my ribs and blow bubbles through my arteries. up and down back and forth. it's partially the time of the year, mostly the music. all in the luck of the draw of the key of the song