This is a typical conversation that I have with Punchy these days:

punchy: you're a good boy!

me: umm, girl you mean?

punchy: whatcha doing?!

me: reading infinite jest. hahahahaha..... just kidding. what are you doing?

punchy: pretty bird!

me: well, duh!

I find that I am having my most meaningful conversations with her these days, and that any additional social involvement would be superfluous and indulgent. when punchy met jeff and ginger, my neighbors, ginger said (as she looked left and right with a slight look of embarrassment) "yeah, I hear you guys talking to each other... a lot." oh well, it's all water under the bridge now, whatever that means.

ole punch!:

Being at Zilker park today reminded me of when Shaun and I were dating and I draped this black sheet over me that looked exactly like a hijab and we went to Zilker park and sat under a tree reading and watching a soccer game. People honked and yelled at us, and I couldn't stop laughing. It was so fun. We wanted to go to a restaurant someday with the hijab, but we never did. I just smacked and slaughtered a giant black bug on my forehead! uggh!

I feel like there is so much to say and yet nothing at all to say. When I read king lear my last year of school, I became hopelessly depressed. Surely Shakespeare wouldn't have written as dumb an essay as I did on the novel 1984 that same year. I wrote something like, "I was shocked by its lucid portrayal of mind manipulation! I was amazed by its eloquence! blah dee blah, blah blah blah." the embarrassing thing is that was only three years ago. In a world in which natural selection prevails and Marcel Duchamp and John Cage etc etc exist then I'm going to be the one fetching the water and lighting the fires and dragging my knuckles on the ground. in the movie 2001: a space odyssey, I was the monkey rolling its eyes towards heaven and hitting itself repeatedly on the head with a stick. I'm going to the river with friends and pets tomorrow, so I have to bury myself into bed now, but before I tuck myself into resplendent comfort and you do whatever it is you do, I have to tell you the best way ever to fall asleep. just picture a room full of people that are locked in there for a really long time. the thing is, the combinations have to be wacky and fanciful. for example, david letterman, nietzsche, and helen keller! what do they talk about? who's the last to die? you'll fall asleep eventually and have weird dreams.

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