something too dry and side-heavy

it was pretty funny, or it was really something. right after i told my roommate earlier that i was thinking about in some/many months eventually moving to a city larger than detroit with my best friend, one of my philodendrons hit the floor, jumping ship from its buddies on the plant stand. certainly, it was some sort of sign. opposed to interpreting it otherwise, i guess it means i'll have to leave the plant here.

today is a woozy-head, whining one. i'm sore and questioning whether or not my spirit's cracked at least just slightly from abandoning my sober streak this weekend in chicago. the xmas trees are taking over; the newest is angela's purple tree with small plastic orange monks dangling from it upside-down with a blue monk in the star-spot. i wonder if she realizes its connection to one of my favorite books, the monk. though i doubt for some reason that ambrosio looked all conventional monk like the little plastic replicas, with his rapes, homosexuality, his sinning. i'm running out of spots for the trees, and i fear the place is looking increasingly like a looney bin. i feel a basket weaving analogy coming on. i would maul for some thai food right now.

also, i bought these flannel pajamas the other day at jc penney of all places, and i can't help but chuckle a little on the inside whenever i catch how oversized and ugly and paisley they are. and since i wear pajamas nearly all day, every day, we're talking about a lot of internal chuckling. oo, but they are comfy and warm.