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May. 15th, 2003 12:42 amGah, when I don't get enough sleep -- like, when I know I am burning the candle at both ends, one of my eyes gets this patch of bloodshotedness that looks like someone socked me one real good, but managed not to give me a black eye, just a bruised eyeball.
It's real sexy, I tell you what.
Visine helps, and by the end of the day I am fine, but I noticed tonight, driving home from Svetlana's, that it was coming back. I need to catch up on the sleep already. Notice what time it is? Yeah.
But I had such a nice time tonight. Out for dinner, over to Svet's, looking through her old journals (with her permission, natch), laughing and joking with her mom, going through her old records, snogging ...
It's the kind of temperate cool out tonight that means that my car drives really well, smoothly accelerating through Chicago, orange light and brick buildings in sharp relief, pavement zipping underneath wheels like a slide show, like a tablecloth whipped out from underneath place settings. Everything's balanced and just a teensy bit magical. I can feel my shoulders relaxed against the back of the driver's seat. I am keenly aware of my fingers gripping the wheel, the left turns, the feel of purple canopy sky overhead covering us all over as the last few of us rush indoors for the night.
It's real sexy, I tell you what.
Visine helps, and by the end of the day I am fine, but I noticed tonight, driving home from Svetlana's, that it was coming back. I need to catch up on the sleep already. Notice what time it is? Yeah.
But I had such a nice time tonight. Out for dinner, over to Svet's, looking through her old journals (with her permission, natch), laughing and joking with her mom, going through her old records, snogging ...
It's the kind of temperate cool out tonight that means that my car drives really well, smoothly accelerating through Chicago, orange light and brick buildings in sharp relief, pavement zipping underneath wheels like a slide show, like a tablecloth whipped out from underneath place settings. Everything's balanced and just a teensy bit magical. I can feel my shoulders relaxed against the back of the driver's seat. I am keenly aware of my fingers gripping the wheel, the left turns, the feel of purple canopy sky overhead covering us all over as the last few of us rush indoors for the night.
