windowsill

friday night.

i was supposed to go at see the scatterheart show with mal at the anza but was not feeling up for going anywhere and again i have upset her and disappointed myself. sigh, why am i so flaky towards the people i love?

now i am at home about to clean shelving units and read the painted bird some more. i feel lame most of the time.

sitting in china creek north tonight was nice though, the city is moving quickly on a friday but to me it feels so calm looking out east, all the houses coated in light,

goodnight,