so this is how it happens.

red curry with coconut milk, bean thread noodles [worms?], broccoli, mushrooms, sprouts [worms?], fresh basil
[i hate cooking for one, i never eat it]
i have no idea what to do with myself. i'll be living in brooklyn at this very moment in two weeks. i have so much to do i think, and i have no idea where to start. i'm just wasting time. i finally put my car up for sale today. i can't even bring myself to make a list. or make plans with anyone really, filling in my calendar for the next two weeks. i don't know what to do. maybe i could just grab all of this stuff and hold it in my arms. maybe that's what i'm waiting to do. all i can think of are the ideas of people and place. does place matter? do people matter? what matters? what matters more? present and future/present or future? do we really have the present if we have no future? what if we have no idea about the future, then what becomes of the present? oh i know. drinking too much wine every night, writing about nothing, not laughing enough, staring at the wall, getting nothing done. oh yeah. that.