quilty

I've been making myself scarce.

It's all been pretty busy, and the adrenaline that I've been running on has just given way utterly.

Things that are new:
Shooting a film with humberthumbert!
Stress!
Museums! (now loving the work of Erwin Wurm madly)
Food poisoning!
Gift-buying! (finally found something for my mother--Truly, Madly, Deeply on dvd--she loves it)

I've been feeling so boring lately. Like I've been converting any poetry in me into needed fuel. Reading the restored version of Ariel felt like running in darkness--reckless and necessary.

What am I saying? I'm so down now. I need better than sleep.


Oh, and Pila, if you read this, I don't know how to leave you a note if you don't keep a journal. Please do, and I will!

My feeling now is wry exhaustion. There is no emoticon for that. Heh.