sleepy deepy do

work is picking up. i actually don't know something for once. i have to ask questions, dig up answers. i skip lunch to get shit done. i finally have a use for the company email, i get voicemails too. i'm a fucking millionaire, i have power, i control the world. ayep.

wait i can't control the world just yet, haven't even made my bed. it's past midnight and it's all still in the laundry bag. kitty's on top of the bedspread all curled up and knocked out, telling me i have to make a post before i am allowed to disturb her sleep.

so i post. here's a toast to a post where i boast about the most fabulous coast to live on. east side, baby. brooklyn. spring is coming soon, the sun is returning, and maybe just maybe my plants will live to thrive again. a weird spell has passed over them, a decay unlike the metaphors i would pick to describe my life right now. this winter there was no hiberation going on, this winter my blood kept pumping. gotta stay warm, keep on keepin on. maybe this spring i should just sow all new seeds altogether. another round of basil, another try for rosemary. next next next, ayep.

kitty is moving. perhaps she wants me to sleep because she knows i'm writing loopy talk right now. this is what i get for rising up at 6am to do laundry, just to avoid other people. to avoid the weird lineup for the next available dryer, tense and ready to jump if someone skips over your turn. i'd rather be exhausted alone than to be exhausted by others. speaking of exhausting others, what's up with respect lately? is it that hard to come by, seriously? am i so evil? what have i ever done to you?

goody for you and the degree to which you suck. goodnight moon goes out to the remaining few that don't.