would you like some cheese with that whine?

“love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten…“
- Regina Spektor (Reading time with Pickle)

That prickly feeling I get in the tip of my nose is strong right now, making my eyes water. It’s a little disconcerting, but overall It’s nice, because I haven’t felt it in awhile. Who knows why it’s acting up. Life is looming, apparently. Thank God, I’m getting bored over here… Three day weekends (you’re not as jealous as you think) are starting to wear thin on me.

I spend three days a week keeping the dog company, and I wish I’d been able to afford summer classes. Or at least had reliable transport, so as to drive to them at Cuesta.

I feel like I’m getting some insight into what the life of a 1950’s housewife would have been. No wonder they got pregnant asap: they needed babies to combat boredom and loneliness.

Not that I’m suggesting I want a baby. What I want is a project, preferably one that involves other human beings who want to talk to me about interesting things. Things like color and materiality and site. Or maybe fonts. I love fonts.

Oh my.

Cabin fever.