Thursday, March 24, 2005 // 2:56 PM

i feel like i should jog past dennis's house, ask him how he has been doing. it has been the longest time, it is always the longest time, between friends. did you know that, dennis, that i come to consider you my friend? because you are insecure but you are real, because you are not. small talk.

she is watching me work, scarfing chips and almond tea while i twirl my pen and try to dream. i can't believe this, she says, work for your is a justified idling? which makes me laugh, and laugh, and turn on observatory on the radio. the observatory, theirs is a densely ethereal sort of music. i have abandoned work completely.