why don't you come and play here?

listening to: "why do you let me stay here?" - she & him

It's Thursday right now, not that it matters. All of my days kind of look the same these past few weeks. I don't even bother keeping track of the day-- I just make sure I'm at work 10 minutes early and that whatever dog I happen to be taking care of at the time is fed, watered, and peed. I subsist mainly on espresso-- my recipe? About a tablespoon of simple syrup at the bottom of a 24 oz. glass, then six shots of espresso poured over ice and about one shot of half and half. I drink two of these a day, or more. Today I didn't have time to drink anything but water until about noon, and baby, I could feel it. I suppose there are worse things to be addicted to. Real drugs, for example. Real drugs, liquor, the blood of the innocent... you know. The hard stuff. Caffeine is nothing. Plus it makes me twitch all crazylike.

Yesterday I stopped at Trader Joe's and spent a lot of money on things I mostly don't need. Recycled plastic toothbrush? Check. Organic lavender lotion? Check. White bean hummus & bagel chips? Got 'em. Two bottles of Two-Hearted Ale? Oops, drank those last night. Plants? Oh yeah. I can't go to Trader J's without buying plants. So yesterday I bought a new succulent and a new orchid. Let me introduce you to The Bad Seed and Enid...












I keep making room on my windowsill. The other plants are going to feel put out, I'm afraid. I mean, Sal Paradise is already dead and the sphyllium is on his way out, I fear. Oh well. Enid is so pretty I don't even care.

Well. I need to shower and sleep before I go out to play tonight. Enjoy the gorgeous day, friends.


shalom.