i know i should go and see chicks on speed tonight. and i really want to. but after a very long walk, a meal, and two glasses of wine, i feel somewhat sunken into this bed and this warm room, and i feel ready to forfeit. it's probably raining... it's far away... there's no guarantee of tickets on the door... etc.
so now i'm playing fast busy music, drinking coffee, waking myself out of this pikedom. my time here has been quiet, introverted, full of respite, and so an adventure wouldn't go astray. yet i find it difficult to really care about my quiet life. because i like it. one day, recently, i didn't leave the apartment or have any spoken communication. it was a good day. hermits get such a bad rap. and really, i've seen chicks twice already. will they be any different?
i have a new friend and we email each other about books. it's nice. maybe i can stay in and read books. i seem to be acquiring many. tonight i found alain robbe-grillet's pour un nouveau roman for 2 euro. i read the first couple of pages on the metro while small children kicked, watched and poked me, vying for my attention. they were very cute (except the one having a tantrum).
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