ryman

Winter marches on, and I want it to be summer again. Or at least the pretence of summer, not being weighed down with scarves and gloves and jumpers... My back hurts from holding myself tight and bracing myself against the wind and scurrying across town. The wind always catches me out, coming from a different direction each time I let my guard down a little...This is a city of too many blind corners, too many random attacks of weather.
I'm moving to Hawaii.
But I know I'd miss this place if I left. I keep trying and not quite managing. Way too many ghosts of memories.
And just for the record, I suck at bowling. I really, really do. But I suck with style and I think I look pretty good in those shoes....
Le Tigre on Friday, running home today to waste the rest of the day in bed with the papers and tea and Rufus Wainwright on in the background. I'll feel guilty a little later on with such wasted days, but maybe a beer and some food and a long telephone conversation about nothing with someone so very far away, and maybe then I'll be feeling okay again.
And you, how are you?
x r